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3 AM

Posted on November 12, 2025 by John Biscello

Sometimes we wake up at 3am and we don’t know who we are, how we got there (where is there), why anything. Why at all. In these ghostly interstices, we try to locate ourselves in absentia—we awaken to no purpose, … Continue reading →

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Slight

Posted on November 12, 2025 by John Biscello

   A young woman came to see me yesterday. I know it’s my daughter, yet something stops the word daughter from coming out of my mouth, any of my mouths. There is word-daughter and there is daughter-daughter and word-daughter is … Continue reading →

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A Moveable Freeze

Posted on November 12, 2025 by John Biscello

   The first spots were discovered, and contrary to my sense of fiction, they had nothing to do with extraterrestrials or loneliness. Nor poverty. Soon, no exact timetable, but soon my memories would no longer be mine. I would no … Continue reading →

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Mermaid in Torn Jeans

Posted on March 31, 2023 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from None So Distant, novel in progress) Cherry steps out of the bathroom, soaking wet. She has just gotten out of the shower, having showered in her white bra and torn dungarees. She drips onto the floor, the urgent … Continue reading →

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The Writing Life

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

Sneak-peek into the process: I always write by hand, with my F-402 ballpoint pn (black ink), in one-subject spiral notebooks, the cheap kind that come in different colors (mostly I go with red, purple and yellow, occasionally blue or black, … Continue reading →

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