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Peter Pan’s Jesus Complex

Posted on January 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress.    I remember the time, Anya, when my mother asked about you and me. I was thirteen. My mother’s sickness was in its early stages. She had already turned the couch in the livingroom … Continue reading →

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Ashes to Ashes

Posted on January 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Out of the ash-heap, she imagined something new would emerge, but when the wind blew and scattered the ashes to reveal nothing but scorch-marks upon scarred earth, she understood, with a great sense of loss, that form followed function only … Continue reading →

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Cup

Posted on January 3, 2018 by John Biscello

The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.

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Of Time and the River

Posted on January 3, 2018 by John Biscello

   One thing we cannot recover is time.    Perhaps that’s what I have been trying to do.    Perhaps that’s what every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a heartsick orphan, as the fool-hero in their own movie is … Continue reading →

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Quest

Posted on January 3, 2018 by John Biscello

One thing we cannot recover is time. And perhaps every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a fool-hero on a desperate quest, sets himself this glorious, impossible task, the solvent recovery of time through the mortal fetters of a merciful … Continue reading →

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Lemonade

Posted on January 3, 2018 by John Biscello

After the deluge of lemons stopped, adults everywhere, altered by the citric downpour, carved into the future with zest and salacious glee, and set up stands on sidewalks and roadsides, selling lemonade refreshed from the heart of Childhood’s immutable lore.

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Savor

Posted on January 2, 2018 by John Biscello

I was young, fevered and full of hope. My heart, green in its country, desired to push lightning through blooms, to cherish brightly in a thousand different directions at once. It was and always has been about rounding dreams from … Continue reading →

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Porchlight

Posted on January 2, 2018 by John Biscello

The porchlight in one’s personal heaven is always on, solace through staid aureole for orphans wandering heartsick in the dark.  

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The Argument

Posted on January 2, 2018 by John Biscello

Reality and me have disagreements all the time. Reality is, by nature, inviolable. And a bit of an existential bully. I am, by illicit union, a child of fiction. And tender in the center. Reality and me don’t always see … Continue reading →

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Freezing Anya

Posted on January 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves … Continue reading →

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