Tag Archives: John Biscello

The Killers at Red’s

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations appearing in Riot Material. Joe pushed open the door and a bell sang. Max followed Joe into Red’s. The men’s dark hats and trenchcoats were beaded in snow. Joe took off his hat and waved it … Continue reading

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Review of The Girl

Review of Meridel Le Sueur’s The Girl, appearing in Riot Material. “The Girl is set in St. Paul, Minnesota, during the Depression, with much of its action centered in a speakeasy known as The German Village. This is where the protagonist, a … Continue reading

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Pledge

It is like stalking thin, haunted air, and forever coming up empty, she, the dark lady, a shallow fret, the one who will surely bring you to grief. This you knew, and craved, as soon as you laid eyes on … Continue reading

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Tow

Grief, its memory a river bound to a course inveighing a volatile tow.

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Turn of the Screw

Is this what Adam and Eve felt like, outcasts in their own backyard? In this wasteland would you just screw and screw and screw, the desperate conjugation of the lonely and damned, trying to screw your way out of the … Continue reading

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Childhood’s Edge

  Excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    The show has ended and we are now in the upstairs room at Tabanid, the room known as the Attic. It is sort of a private clubhouse, a vice den with no regard for … Continue reading

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Marvel

In these mortal coils I have always marveled at the sheer lightness of centuries rising to meet love in a single feral drop of gospel distilled to its purest form.

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Shadows on Ice

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations.    They were spinning slowly, ever so slowly.    Do you want to go faster, Piers reached down for the dial. I can make us go faster.    No, Anya smiled. I like the speed. We’re … Continue reading

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The Well

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations When Piers was six she fell into a well. The well was abandoned and no longer had any water in it. If there would have been water in it, Piers would have drowned. Sometimes she’d imagine … Continue reading

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No Man’s Brooklyn

I have started working on my new novel: No Man’s Brooklyn.  A return to the bones of childhood, and to tangled roots. A return to the gritty lore of Bensonhurst.  

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