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Room
She was an avid writer of obscure texts. Her obscure texts, which related to identity, language and alienation, rendered the topics as and through compound fractures. She adopted the brokenness and mirrored it obscurely in brokenness. Self/reflecting through heretical … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged death, fragment, identity, murder, New York, obscure, room, south korea, story, text, tragedy, voice, woman, writing
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Road Test
I spent a great deal of my twenties canned inside the dank sweaty armpit of travel Americana: Greyhound. My longstanding affair with Greyhound was born from a blended cocktail of economics and innate romanticism. As a young man with … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged days of wine and roses, essay, greyhound, jack kerouac, on the road, story, stray passages, travel, youth
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Paper Route
It’s hard when you live in a paper town. You see the other kids, the real ones, playing at the linen edges, the cloth borders, and you want to interact with them but you can’t cross over. There is … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged alternative realities, fragment, map, myth, paper town, pioneer, Poetry, Prose, story, vanishing
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
To no longer have memory is to exist in a state of vulnerable grace. It is the tenuous grace of having to function in the immediate present, the source of our greatest agitation, without referential orientation to archived past or … Continue reading
Night Gig
It is extraordinary, absolutely extraordinary that the world can end yet people will go on living. As if they never got the memo: World Over. Perception is an absurd gambit. You never know what you’ll see and what … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged excerpt, fragment, mystery, night, night watchmanm, story, warehouse, worlds last imagined, writing
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Causeless
We used to be called human, that is, our actions were considered human if we acted with compassion and mercy. Yet we have been killing and maiming and igniting wars since time immemorial … so isn’t that, based on … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged a.i., ai, artificial-intelligence, being human, creative spirit, definitions, essay, fiction, imagination, life, longhand, lost causes, process, Prose, speculation, story, technology, thoughts, writing
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No One Dreams in Color
Coming April 2026 from Unsolicited Press. Synopsis:Man Vanishes Without a Trace. This, the dramatic headline which stirs Andrew DiBenedetto’s curiosity, and initiates a life-changing course. The vanished man is Paul Kirby, whose nine-minute film, Wendigo—the only film Kirby ever made—was … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged Brooklyn, dreams, indie publication, Literary, made in new mexico, noir, portland press, Prose, sixth novel, story, words
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Straight Out of Toronto
My interview on All My Books, a podcast aired on MET Radio (Toronto Metrpolitan University) is now streaming. It was fun getting to discuss creative process, indie publishing, inspiration and artistic influences, and I had an opportunity to read an … Continue reading
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Tagged all my books, american novel, canada, canadian press, conceptual, excerpt, indie publishing, interview, Literary, ontario, podcast, radio, The Last Furies, Theater, toronto, writing
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All My Books
Interview on All my Books, a podcast aired on MET RAdio (Toronto Metropolitan University).
Posted in Audio, Books, Cinema, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized
Tagged all my books, american novel, canadian press, interview, Literary, MET radio, novel, podcast, process, radio, Surrealism, the writing life, toronto, toronto metropolitan university
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John Biscello 