Tag Archives: Literary

Volume by White

Posted on May 23, 2017 by John Biscello

The staggered trajectory of the cicada’s voiceprints, a slow clean fade into reprieve and lasting fugue.

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TV

Posted on May 21, 2017 by John Biscello

Light, a beacon in a fish-bowl. It was the only channel Bobby received at night after his parents went to sleep, after his vision adjusted to the warning signals arraigned in silence.

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The Chairs

Posted on May 21, 2017 by John Biscello

Stiff-spined, hammer-headed, squat-bottomed, rubble-flecked alternates to the chairs that once stilled motion and held human life; the people lost, the flights canceled, the chairs a stirring musical memory, a ghostly paean to the dashed dreams of a grave new world, … Continue reading →

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Mannequin

Posted on May 19, 2017 by John Biscello

After countless years of mind-numbing routine, strolling up and down the avenue where she shopped for groceries and clothing and listlessly scavenged storefront windows with vicarious pleasure, on October 13th the housewife experienced a foreign sensation, astonishment, freighted with terror, … Continue reading →

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Fallout

Posted on May 18, 2017 by John Biscello

The Rorschach pulse of ink in the ruptured veins of cityscape– angels, disguised as fallout, move unnoticed through an inherited smear campaign.

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Boy

Posted on May 17, 2017 by John Biscello

At the time he didn’t know it, but stalking the radiant specter of morninglight as he sprinted down a cobbled alley, he left part of himself behind in a jigsaw piece of puddle that later, years later, he would reflect … Continue reading →

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Next?

Posted on May 15, 2017 by John Biscello

A dancer’s sad dream– flight, short-lived, returning to earth, sharp teeth.

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Sculpting Fire

Posted on May 12, 2017 by John Biscello

An excerpt from Nocturne Variations:    It is like closing your eyes and trying to connect the dots.    This is what Piers is thinking as she sculpts fire onto the blondegirl’s breasts.    Her hands work over the cotton-knit … Continue reading →

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Birth of a Nocturne

Posted on April 10, 2017 by John Biscello

Completed draft of my new novel, Nocturne Variations.

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Spring Dusting

Posted on April 10, 2017 by John Biscello

As part of a Countdown Deal, the Kindle edition of my novel Raking the Dust will be available for $1.99, April 11-18. ABOUT: In this rogue’s tale, full of sound, fury, and erotic surrealism, we meet Alex Fillameno, a writer who has traded … Continue reading →

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