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Moodscape

Posted on March 17, 2020 by John Biscello

Down a lighted alley. From The Jackdaw and the Doll. Illustration by Izumi Yokoyama.

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Metamorphosis Variations

Posted on June 19, 2018 by John Biscello

I. As I awoke one morning, from a blue-dark night of drinking and uneasy dreams, I found myself transformed into a cockroach. Figures it’d be a cockroach, skidded a deadpan between a head full of swollen thoughts.  With newfound prehistoric … Continue reading →

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Choose Your Own Suspense

Posted on March 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Whether I had been waiting for him, or he for me, I could no longer remember. Or maybe he was a she, and I was a you, gender and pronouns being so malleable and always in flux. Whoever, or whatever … Continue reading →

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Breakfast with Kafka

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

I awoke to find I was Holly Golightly– Kafka’s dream, debugged.

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Samsa in Transit

Posted on June 1, 2017 by John Biscello

It had been one of those nights, but still, the stairs were unexpected. The bug, formerly known as Gregor Samsa, scuttled to the eroded edge of a step bleached by white-hot light, and he considered the view, the ascent, the blue-dark, … Continue reading →

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Kafka, Waking in the Morning

Posted on May 9, 2016 by John Biscello

Between dreams, he woke to night-bells ringing in the early morning— the riskiest time of day. The fog outside his room, thick as cat’s feet, treading softly on his mind, and after rubrubbing the sheep from his eyes, he stared … Continue reading →

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Staring at Paintings, Hungry

Posted on May 9, 2016 by John Biscello

Hemingway wrote that he’d go to the Luxembourg, hungry, and stare at the paintings and this was a great way to see art.

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