Tag Archives: dreams

Vertical

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

One of those lighted windows would change his life forever— It was matter of calculated ascent, and guessing right for once.

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Reel

Posted on November 17, 2024 by John Biscello

It’s like watching a movie. In which you deeply and passionately relate to the main character, who has been wronged. You feel angry, vindictive, vengeful. You want to lash out at the antagonist who has wronged him. Then you pull … Continue reading →

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Blue Star trilogy

Posted on August 30, 2024 by John Biscello

After completing my most recent novel, Worlds Last Imagined, it, along with two other novels–No One Dreams in Color and None So Distant–comprise what I’m calling my Blue Star trilogy (2020-2024). The blue star reference pertains, at least in its … Continue reading →

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Here Today…

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

People who vanish, where exactly do they go? Thin air holds secrets.

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Recorded Live

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

In the cinema, hypnotized. I died a drugged and stupefied death again and again, crucified by the diminished returns of flickering images. I die, tranquilized, a sweetly solemn refugee from reality. This is the escapist way, its creed. Why pretend … Continue reading →

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Pandora

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

I won’t call this a book because no one reads books anymore, no one gives two shits and a dime about books. I’ll call this an exalted and long overdue mania, a catalytic inversion, a freebase purge. Whatever, whatever. Voyeurs … Continue reading →

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A Man Walks Into

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

   A man walks into a man. He realizes it’s the same man … they’re … the same man. They merge. Naturally. Inviolably. A man walks into a man and a merger occurs.    Who was I before I walked … Continue reading →

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Round and Round

Posted on December 30, 2023 by John Biscello

Send out invitations to people you know, informing them you have rented out a yellow school bus for the purposes of taking a trip. The admission for the trip is, as follows: Before boarding the bus, each person is to … Continue reading →

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Sleep Study

Posted on December 22, 2023 by John Biscello

Sleep. For days and nights sleep, days and weeks, sleep. Forget your children. Forget your husband. Forget your pets. Forget the state of your furniture. Forget the state you’re living in. Forget the bills that have to be paid. Forget … Continue reading →

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Jar

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello

Scream. Scream while dreaming of screaming. Scream inside a dream in which you find yourself screamless, the force of scream living without sound. Scream into a glass jar. Scream many screams into a glass jar. Label the jar Screams and … Continue reading →

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