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Tag Archives: fiction
Can I Strip For You?
I want to exist for you, even if only as confusion and fiction, she said. Really, I said. No, un-really, she corrected, then caught my nose between her knuckles and gave it a playful toggle. I didn’t know what … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged burning, dream, fantasy, fiction, heart, infatuation, John Biscello, love, passion, Prose
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Snapshot
(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Seven years later, reflecting upon an analytical snapshot held up to the light: Thirty-three, unemployed, a boatload of debt, drinking excessively, divorcee, amateur plumber of shit-clogged pipe dreams—when I got my head stuck up my … Continue reading
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Tagged Brooklyn, fiction, John Biscello, New York, novel, Prose, Raking the Dust, snapshot, story, Taos, writing life
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Slingshot
From a distance, within, the story of a writer’s life in the day of fiction’s living wake.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged distance, fiction, John Biscello, Literary, perspective, poem, Poetry, story, writer, writing life
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Reckoning
I realized that there may never come a reckoning that equated to a clean or true do-over. And what was it I wanted to break from? Was it the past, was it a worn and outdated mode of self that … Continue reading
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Tagged fiction, John Biscello, Light, Prose, rechoning, self-expression, shadow, story, storytelling, the writing life
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Boneyard
Sometimes you have to walk through the boneyard, in order to reach the garden.
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Tagged boneyard, dream, eden, fiction, garden, John Biscello, Prose, rebirth, spirit, story, writing life
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Monster
Fiction is a monster. It demands, it consumes. It is a glutton. Enough is never enough. It won’t be satisfied until the unreal becomes utterly real, beyond real. Its sole desire is to usurp reality, to surpass it. It basks … Continue reading
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Tagged art, Brooklyn, fiction, fragment, John Biscello, novel, Prose, storytelling, writing, writing life
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