Tag Archives: John Biscello

The Sadness of Beautiful Things

Posted on August 15, 2018 by

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 →

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Ripening

Posted on August 8, 2018 by

“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 →

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The Rebirth of Aphrodite

Posted on August 8, 2018 by

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 →

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Elegy

Posted on August 7, 2018 by

At the risk of harbor, emptiness pools where hearts marvel in sync with grief’s ruins.

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An Affair to Remember

Posted on August 6, 2018 by

Unscripted, unbound, wind’s summer fling with towel– Love, gently aired, seeks.

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Door II

Posted on August 6, 2018 by

When the trap door fell, he remembered who he was– Peter Pan leapt, soared.

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Door

Posted on August 6, 2018 by

There is a legend of a door hidden from hearts– How stones, unturned, scar.

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Nocturne on the Horizon

Posted on August 5, 2018 by

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 →

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Lavender

Posted on August 5, 2018 by

The soft-slippered mist of lavender’s whispered crush– Seaside kisses, aired.

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Long Before Shakespeare

Posted on August 5, 2018 by

Sound and the Fury– The sea’s repeating dreamlife in white heat, storied.

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