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Gratitude Sale

Posted on October 8, 2025 by John Biscello

Lost Telegram Press will be running a “gratitude” sale, as both the e-book and audio editions of The Last Furies (and their other books) are available at a 75% discount through Nov. 27. Simply go to their website (losttelegrampress.ca) and … Continue reading →

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Reform

Posted on October 18, 2022 by John Biscello

Out here we fast on slimming heaps of gratitude. None of us are greedy. Everyone gets their helpings. We chow down on gratitude and then pass it along making sure everyone gets their fill. Gratitude has become our beef stock … Continue reading →

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Proofs

Posted on October 17, 2022 by John Biscello

Once upon a time is a necessary mirage. Flesh born of word and bones fulfilling myth. Stories are the means to endlessness. They go on and on. We go on and on carried along by stories carrying within them the … Continue reading →

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered

Posted on October 27, 2020 by John Biscello

You can, if you wish, file a million and one embittered complaints to the Universe, but none will bring the strange and mysterious results that a single shred of glimmering gratitude can, its kiss the tenderest seal upon symmetry’s origins.

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The Last Furies

Posted on July 17, 2020 by John Biscello

Completed draft of my fifth novel.

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Zuzu’s Petals

Posted on December 23, 2018 by John Biscello

A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

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Devotional

Posted on June 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading →

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