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Tag Archives: dreams
Savor
I was young, fevered and full of hope. My heart, green in its country, desired to push lightning through blooms, to cherish brightly in a thousand different directions at once. It was and always has been about rounding dreams from … Continue reading
Interiority Complex
Childhood is an ongoing historical fiction that changes based on who you are when you’re examining it. Who you are, in certain periods and chapters in your life, determines what you’re childhood is. Was would imply that childhood is fixed … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, dreams, family, fiction, history, interior, John Biscello, Prose, self-invention, story, storyteller
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Unreachable You
It’s tough to always be in love with a ghost. Also it’s easy. The living don’t stand a chance against ghosts. In loving ghosts there are no real complications, no real disappointments, no real anything. There’s lots of teething on … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged boy, deathy, devotion, dreams, ghosts, girl, illusions, John Biscello, life, loe, novel, obsession, Prose, story, torch song
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Raking the Dust, the Re-launch
Raking the Dust, my second novel, has officially been re-released. It is available in paper back for $19.99, and as a Kindle edition for $8.99. To order a copy, click here. Also, if you are a reviewer for a blog, magazine, … Continue reading
Posted in Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged author, Books, destiny, dreams, John Biscello, Literary, literature, New York, novel, Raking the Dust, reviews, San Francisco, Surrealism, Taos
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Author Update
In giving my books a renewed lease on life (after my publisher abruptly went out of business last year) I will be independently re-releasing my first two novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, through Amazon in … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged author, Books, Broken Land a Brooklyn Tale, children's books, dreams, John Biscello, literature, novel, passion, Prose, Publication, Raking the Dust
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Creed
As soon as your pen makes first contact with the page you have done yourself the great and holy service of destroying that viral boogeyman, Perfection, which has buried far too many acts of expression and faith, a dream-life darkened … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged creation, creativity, creed, dreams, John Biscello, literary life, pen, perfection, poem, Poetry, ritual, self-expression, soul, spirit, writing, writing life
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Burn
The out of womb blues, torch song on code red alert– Slow burning for home.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged birth, blues, burning, death, dreams, existential, great sadness, home, John Biscello, love, pain, poem, Poetry, sorrow, womb, yearning
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Baby Romantics
Baby Byron didn’t yet have language, so he twisted and contorted his face into a mask, a distressed aria sounding his discomfort. That it was existential, and not hunger, thirst, tiredness, or physical pain, meant nothing to him. Without language … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, John Biscello, Lord byron, nursery, percy bysshe shelley, poem, Poetry, romanticism, The Romantics, william blake, william wordsworth
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Many Ghosts
Many people in my life have been consumed by fiction. Fiction is a monster. Fiction is a glutton. Like ego, like an insatiable wrath, it never gets enough, is never satisfied. Fiction has consumed and absorbed many people in my … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged black and white, dreams, fiction, ghosts, haunt, haunting, I, John Biscello, love, passion, Prose, reality, storytelling, surreal, unreality
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Drizzle
Listen raptly to the furls of drizzle pecking upon thin glass, and you will come to know how close dreams are to trespassing rare intimacy upon closed worlds and distances.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, bliss, devotion, distance, dreams, drizzle, inspiration, intimacy, John Biscello, joy, love, passion, poem, Poetry, rain, sadness, sorrow
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