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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Dietrich in Heaven
In honor of Marlene Dietrich’s birthday (December 27th), my poem “Dietrich in Heaven.” Listen to the spoken word/music track here. Today I went to Heaven, just for a brief visit. It was a nice joint: tangerine-fleeced runways, and tufts of flamingo-pink … Continue reading
Posted in Audio, Poetry, Press, Uncategorized
Tagged Audio, birthday, femme fatale, golden age, hollywood, John Biscello, Marlene Dietrich, poem, Poetry, silver screen, siren, Spoken Word, tribute, vamp
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Raking the Dust Giveaway
For those who are members of LibraryThing, I am offering free digital copies of Raking the Dust, my second novel, during a giveaway (which runs through January 17th). Link here.
Posted in Artwork, Books, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged free book, giveaway, John Biscello, LibraryThing, New Mexico, New York, novel, Surrealism, Taos
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Double Exposure
I tucked my hand into Anya’s armpit and guided her into the bathroom. I closed the door behind us. Anya immediately dropped to her knees and began puking into the toilet. A lot of it splashed onto the … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged basement, Bensonhurst, boy, Brooklyn, devotion, friends, girl, John Biscello, love, novel, Prose, story
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Glow
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. 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 … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, cocaine, coke, drugs, dysfunction, family, friends, glow, John Biscello, New York, novel, parties, Prose, story
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Praise
Quite simply, the curlicue flake of snow kisses the child’s lashes, and winter’s slow hidden pink marvels in its own tender praises.
Sacrifice
It is strange, and indelibly touching, how a sacrifice to the winter gods and summertime sadness co-exist as one and the same thing.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged fall, grace, John Biscello, Lana Del Rey, music, poem, Poetry, rebirth, sacrifice, summertime, summertime sadness, Video, Winter
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Unreachable You
It’s tough to always be in love with a ghost. Also it’s 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
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged boy, deathy, devotion, dreams, ghosts, girl, illusions, John Biscello, life, loe, novel, obsession, Prose, story, torch song
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Coyote, a Christmas Story
Get on with your dying, Coyote urged. It is time. I was scared. I was scared of the unknown. I was scared of letting go. Scared of dissolving my identity. Who would I become? That is the nature of metamorphosis, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged animal, christmas, coyote, dark, John Biscello, Light, love, New Mexico, rebirth, soul, spirit, story, tale, Taos, totem, Winter
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Endear
Sometimes a word scratched in dark ink onto a page is the loneliest sound in the universe, and yet, what beautiful solitary company these verses endeared to mortal failings.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, dream, endear, heart, John Biscello, loneliness, love, poem, Poetry, sadness, writing
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Solstice
On the day the Trickster died in vain Winter set in to consecrate its crucifix and initiate the changing of seasons.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged coyote, death, fence, God, John Biscello, nature, New Mexico, poem, Poetry, snow, Taos, Trickster, Winter
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