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Craft

Posted on September 7, 2020 by John Biscello

How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.

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Curse You, Red Baron!

Posted on September 4, 2020 by John Biscello

It was Snoopy’s way of living through Charlie Brown’s shame and ignominy, his low self-esteem. Dogs are sensitive that way. Snoopy co-opted Charlie’s gnawing desire for a heroic life, or at least to do something right, to feel right inside … Continue reading →

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Shed

Posted on September 3, 2020 by John Biscello

It is never in your best interest to fashion yourself in a corset of old dead skin; shed, as a sibilant directive, breathes ceremony into the places where you ache, to die, and begin again.

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Everybody’s Got One

Posted on September 2, 2020 by John Biscello

I was once asked to create a safe happy place to which I could go during times of distress and turbulence, and there it was, as it had always been– a wooden bench set under a streetlamp in a park … Continue reading →

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The Deeper the Water the Uglier the Fish

Posted on September 1, 2020 by John Biscello

(Review of Katya Apekina’s stunning debut novel, The Deeper the Water the Uglier the Fish. ) Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty … Continue reading →

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The Greatest Job on Earth

Posted on August 31, 2020 by John Biscello

So much depends upon a red spiral notebook opened to a blank page, beside a pen’s barest volition to longing, within silence’s meted reign.

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This Word’s Life

Posted on August 31, 2020 by John Biscello

Words are wonderfully illegitimate and unhurried placeholders for psychic disturbances and vagrant quandaries. To frame it differently– Using a broken compass to navigate through a paper town on a vintage red bicycle is, in itself, immaculate. Words, in other words, … Continue reading →

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The Honeymooners

Posted on August 24, 2020 by John Biscello

Ralph Kramden sweats and sweats, his eyeballs bulging. Plagued by the notion that he has become a whale, no a rhinoceros, no an inoculated hippo that shows up to birthday parties uninvited. This visual grotesquerie, reflected to him through the … Continue reading →

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Laura Palmer

Posted on August 24, 2020 by John Biscello

There is a rumor that Laura Palmer’s going to be at the dance. While you don’t know her personally, all you can think about is the exquisite mystique of her corpse, and how her live voice, on a tape loop, … Continue reading →

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Happy Days

Posted on August 24, 2020 by John Biscello

In this episode of Happy Days, Arthur Fonzarelli, Fonzie, The Fonz, slaps Richie, hard, across the face. Void of context, we don’t know why. Richie’s jaw drops. He is in shock. He holds his hand against his crimsoned cheek. Richie … Continue reading →

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