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
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Tagged black and white, dreams, fiction, ghosts, haunt, haunting, I, John Biscello, love, passion, Prose, reality, storytelling, surreal, unreality
It used to be fun, time spent with invented friends– One plus none equals?
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Tagged Artwork, conrad cooper, fiction, haiku, imaginary friends, invention, John Biscello, loneliness, lonely, painting, party, poem, Poetry, solitude, un cambio de planes
At times I feel like I invented them, along with the rest of my childhood. Which, in a sense, I suppose I have. They are who they are they are, regardless of my perceptions and analysis, yet I have, … Continue reading
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Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, brooklyn spleen, catholic, fiction, Italian-American, John Biscello, Prose, story, urban
Podcast of my short story “The Little People,” featured in the November issue of The Golden Walkman, a “literary magazine for your ears.” Listen here.
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In a vain attempt, she corseted herself in green wind and cellophane, votive to a thin whip of air. As she lay there, colors emptying to gray, before the round voices and fast hands came, she fell in and saw … Continue reading