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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Warehouse
A deserted warehouse. This is where the Red Joans gather. It is the same deserted warehouse, again and again, an exact replica, that serves as the meeting-place for all the Red Joans. The warehouse is a desolate shrine to recursion, … Continue reading
Roles of a Lifetime
Evie often had trouble determining where she ended, and someone else began. That someone else being a role she adopted for stage. It was a common problem, a customary side-effect to acting, she understood that, but what vexed her most … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged evelyn chase, John Biscello, Person/a, Prose, role play, the acting life, void and nil
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The Beastie Boys Don’t Live Here Anymore
I tell myself stories in the dark, Anya. It helps. Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it makes things worse. Or keeps everything the same. Which is a different kind of worse. Anya I long to reach you only because I … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged brooklyn lore, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, storytelling, the basement, the dark, the urban way
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Osmosis
The coke parties were my favorite. It was when everyone was happiest. Everyone usually meant my mother, father, and their friends, Tony and Dina. My mother would tell me—Tony and Dina are coming over tonight—and I knew that meant … Continue reading
Between Stations
I was on the subway platform waiting for the train when I spotted a thin girl in torn jeans and bright green tank-top walking in my direction. Her hair was a bushel of unruliness. As the girl drew nearer … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, first love, girl interrupted, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, Prose, subway encounter, train station
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Anya and the Dark
Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark. Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d set up a tent and eat candy … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged alley, anthony distefano, first love, John Biscello, New York, no man's brooklyn, shadowlands, street photography, the dark
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Demasking is a Crime
Signs everywhere: rectangular slabs of mildly glowing metal that warned in red lettering: Demasking is a crime. It was in the year _______ that a maskless society had ceased to exist. A decision was made by people who made decisions … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged cover up schemes, demasking is a crime, dystopic stew, hidden agendas, John Biscello, Prose, watchwords
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These Glacial Times
I have been in a coma now for sixty-seven days. No one reaches me anymore. And I don’t reach them. Everything that has to do with reaching—in, out—all of that is done. It is jazz that has lost its voice. … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged american pie, boy interrupted, dreamlife, John Biscello, jukebox, pop odyssey, Prose
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Ow, She Said. And Wow.
She stared at the solitary gull perched on a craggy rock. The sea, like undulating slates of purplish steel, or bruised rust, while a glaring wound of a sunset poured scarlet ribbons from its Martian gash. The gull flies away, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged down by the sea, John Biscello, life's many crushes, love and lore, poem, Poetry, sun and sea and flight
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