Sound and the Furies

THE LAST FURIES
 In this lyrical and speculative mosaic novel, enter the fractured worlds of an actress, playwright, and immortal poet, whose legend and influence create an energetic web, equal parts love triangle and haunted house of mirrors. At the bated edge of dream and revelation, spanning New York, Mexico, and a twilight Bardo realm, each of the characters—Viola, Evie and Arturo—undertake metamorphic journeys through the interior hinterlands of the psyche, in their quest for home and spiritual reckoning. Mythology, pop culture, cinema, theater, and sorcery dwell in the multi-chambered heart of the mutable narrative, which includes Joan of Arc, a teenage suicide cult, the Arcana of the Tarot, vaudeville remixes, shamanic alchemy, and a mystical radio whose bandwidth covers all of time, space and history. Re-seed your sense of wonder and the marvelous, as you step into the shadowy labyrinth that is The Last Furies.

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Tatters

For many years

I asked Grief to

wait outside my window,

a peripheral guest

chancing obscure, fugitive

details, and lighted tatters.

Have I been a poor host,

stranger to my own ghost

and remnants?

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The Argument

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 eye to eye.

In the end reality always wins out,

but there’s something

keenly touching

about being one’s own best fanboy

in support of a cause

where victories are small

and loss

is the grail on order.

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Zoom Reading this Wed.

Info here.

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In Praise of Honey

Spoken word track w/ Ben Wright on bass and Nirmalan Mayura on flute.

Image by James McNeill Whistler.

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Mating Ritual

Welcome to Wildlife, U.S.A. Today we’ll be taking you deep into the concrete jungle of Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, where you’ll witness, uncut and uncensored, the primal mating ritual between the native male and female. Listener discretion advised.

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The Upstart Scarecrow

Spoken word piece, backed by Ben Wright on stand up bass, in which we meet the derelict prophet and visionary, Willy Shakes.

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Jack Kerouac

Cinematic poetic tribute to Jack Kerouac, honoring his centennial birthday (March 12, 2022).

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The Last Days of Jack Kerouac, a film-poem

March 12, 2022 marks the centennial birthday of Jack Kerouac. As one of my first literary crushes, and a seminal influence, I felt compelled to honor Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac and his singular contribution to the land of literature, with this film-poem, recorded by my daughter, Sierra Lindsey Biscello.

This poem appears in my collection Moonglow on Mercy Street. A new edition of this book will be released in June by Indie Blu (e) Publishing.

Interesting trivia tidbit: Kerouac’s birthday (March 12) is Charlie Parker’s death date, while Kerouac’s death date (Oct 21) is Dizzy Gillespie’s birthday. Synchronicity be the bop to the beat of cosmic grace.

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After Party

She, Lazarus,

back from the dead,

with a musical vengeance—

A beat, Christ, please,

she asks of her martyred D.J.,

half-light, half-man,

and out climbs her voice, grinding

through rubble, a dark velvet toy

wound up for centuries, released,

on behalf of every last blue girl, unannounced,

notes from underground

unfurling a cortege of white ribbons,

grace lost

now found

among trespasses.

(Poem from the collection, Arclight.)
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