Tag Archives: John Biscello
Review of Simon Van Booy’s collection of stories, The Sadness of Beautiful Things. “O Lord, give us each our own death. Grant us the dying that comes forth from that life in which we knew love, grappled with meaning, felt … Continue reading
“They wanted to blossom, and blossoming is being beautiful. But we want to ripen, and this means being dark and taking pains.”–Rainer Maria Rilke O poor fragile blossom, hue of vetted contradiction, do bask in dark, soft, storied chambers and … Continue reading
The tasseled white veins of the sea pulsate and spread powdery billows. The wild expanse is a magnificent lay of azure froth and fizzing eyelets, goldened by the dragon’s teeth of sun. Clefted, between a rock and a soft place, … Continue reading
At the risk of harbor, emptiness pools where hearts marvel in sync with grief’s ruins.
Unscripted, unbound, wind’s summer fling with towel– Love, gently aired, seeks.
When the trap door fell, he remembered who he was– Peter Pan leapt, soared.
There is a legend of a door hidden from hearts– How stones, unturned, scar.
Cover reveal for my new novel, Nocturne Variations (coming this November). Designed by Heather Ross. NOCTURNE VARIATIONS: Dystopic Peter Pan meets surrealist noir in this cinemythical tale about love, loss and the illusions of shadow-play. Los Angeles, December, 1989, is when … Continue reading
The soft-slippered mist of lavender’s whispered crush– Seaside kisses, aired.
Sound and the Fury– The sea’s repeating dreamlife in white heat, storied.