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Tow

Posted on July 4, 2017 by John Biscello

Grief, its memory a river bound to a course inveighing a volatile tow.

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Turn of the Screw

Posted on July 2, 2017 by John Biscello

Is this what Adam and Eve felt like, outcasts in their own backyard? In this wasteland would you just screw and screw and screw, the desperate conjugation of the lonely and damned, trying to screw your way out of the … Continue reading →

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Childhood’s Edge

Posted on June 29, 2017 by John Biscello

  Excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    The show has ended and we are now in the upstairs room at Tabanid, the room known as the Attic. It is sort of a private clubhouse, a vice den with no regard for … Continue reading →

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Marvel

Posted on June 18, 2017 by John Biscello

In these mortal coils I have always marveled at the sheer lightness of centuries rising to meet love in a single feral drop of gospel distilled to its purest form.

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Shadows on Ice

Posted on June 18, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations.    They were spinning slowly, ever so slowly.    Do you want to go faster, Piers reached down for the dial. I can make us go faster.    No, Anya smiled. I like the speed. We’re … Continue reading →

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The Well

Posted on June 18, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations When Piers was six she fell into a well. The well was abandoned and no longer had any water in it. If there would have been water in it, Piers would have drowned. Sometimes she’d imagine … Continue reading →

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No Man’s Brooklyn

Posted on June 14, 2017 by John Biscello

I have started working on my new novel: No Man’s Brooklyn.  A return to the bones of childhood, and to tangled roots. A return to the gritty lore of Bensonhurst.  

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Digging for Air

Posted on June 11, 2017 by John Biscello

There was always plenty of tomorrow-talk, bright ribbons of noise amounting to nothing. What we would do, where we would go, how we’d become this or that. We erected fragile monuments to ourselves, and expected others to pay their respects, … Continue reading →

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Childhood’s End?

Posted on June 11, 2017 by John Biscello

Childhood, as a static port or fixed constellation, remains an ongoing historical fiction, in which small deaths, consigned to witnesses, inevitably breed the shadows of regeneration.

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Garden

Posted on June 11, 2017 by John Biscello

In seeding the bones fragile means to nuptial growth among mortal remains.

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