Tag Archives: excerpt

Void and Nil

Posted on May 23, 2022 by John Biscello

Evie laughed to herself. It was just acting. Then again, she often did have trouble determining where she ended and someone else began. She wasn’t sure if this was a side-effect to acting, or to existing. Or if there was … Continue reading →

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In Dreams Begin First Person

Posted on May 23, 2022 by John Biscello

I am running.It feels like I’ve been running for a long time.I want to turn around and look behind me but my neck is locked into place.So I can’t see who or what is chasing me, but I know it’s … Continue reading →

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Autumn Colored Souls

Posted on May 22, 2022 by John Biscello

Does Bevel know that the color of Lucy’s soul is autumn? As Lucy danced, I could see her branches sprouting in different directions, while yellow leaves flew everywhere, like star-pointed birds. You want to kiss me really, really bad, don’t … Continue reading →

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Candy

Posted on December 14, 2021 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No One Dreams in Color:   Childhood.  Sometimes it feels like a piece of hard candy I swallowed long ago, and the hard candy remains stuck in my throat. Most of the time, I am unaware of its presence, but … Continue reading →

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Warehouse

Posted on November 20, 2019 by John Biscello

A deserted warehouse. This is where the Red Joans gather. It is the same deserted warehouse, again and again, an exact replica, that serves as the meeting-place for all the Red Joans. The warehouse is a desolate shrine to recursion, … Continue reading →

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Meeting D.J.

Posted on March 28, 2018 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) I see you decided to join me. I didn’t want you to drink alone. We sat at an empty table flanking the wall. The band was now playing a mournful ballad.  Something about two lovers … Continue reading →

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Anya in the Forest

Posted on February 11, 2018 by John Biscello

   In the dream my mother and me are sitting in the lobby of a restaurant. We are waiting to be seated for dinner.    The hostess comes up to me and asks me if I am ­­­ ________. I … Continue reading →

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Childhood’s Edge

Posted on June 29, 2017 by John Biscello

  Excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    The show has ended and we are now in the upstairs room at Tabanid, the room known as the Attic. It is sort of a private clubhouse, a vice den with no regard for … Continue reading →

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The Well

Posted on June 18, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations When Piers was six she fell into a well. The well was abandoned and no longer had any water in it. If there would have been water in it, Piers would have drowned. Sometimes she’d imagine … Continue reading →

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Sculpting Fire

Posted on May 12, 2017 by John Biscello

An excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    It is like closing your eyes and trying to connect the dots.    This is what Piers is thinking as she sculpts fire onto the blondegirl’s breasts.    Her hands work over the cotton-knit … Continue reading →

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