Tag Archives: John Biscello

Zoom Reading this Wed.

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Next?

A dancer’s sad dream– Flight, short-lived, returning to earth, sharp teeth.

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Imprint

Debutante, left to smolder and ash, traceless, in some afterlife, unannounced to the trailing cortege.

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Live Reading: No Man’s Brooklyn

In conjunction with National Prose Month (November), and as part of the SOMOS Reading Series, I will be reading from my novel, No Man’s Brooklyn, via Zoom. Q & A to follow the reading. Friday, November 12th @ 5:30pm (MT). … Continue reading

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Brooklyn in Taos

Review of No Man’s Brooklyn in this week’s edition of the Taos News, as well as an interview about the novel, growing up in Brooklyn, and the writing life. No Man’s Brooklynby John BiscelloCSF Publishing (2021, 164 pp.) “Anya, a … Continue reading

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Rainy Night

Something in me couldn’t bear the prospect of sitting next to Anya on the train, of us talking. I didn’t want there to be any words between us. Ours had become a ghost story and I wanted silence to fulfill … Continue reading

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Company

It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading

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Boneyard

I tell myself stories in the dark, Anya. Whether or not they help is either of primary consequence or none at all. Sometimes you have to walk through the boneyard in order to reach the garden. This is what I … Continue reading

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Tryst

It’s tough to always be in love with a ghost. It’s also easy. The living don’t stand a chance against ghosts. In loving ghosts there are no real complications, no real disappointments, no real anything. There’s lots of teething on … Continue reading

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Feast Days

I could feel the music of a slow future dying inside me. And the past very much alive, like shimmering beatific flowers, like luscious night thistles. The past is a changeable feast. Except it is a feast that eats and … Continue reading

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