Tag Archives: Literary

Broken Land

Posted on January 31, 2017 by John Biscello

Print edition of my first novel, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale has been re-released. ABOUT: A spectral, existential noir set against the aging irons of Coney Island and old guard lions of hip hop and silent film, Broken Land, a Brooklyn … Continue reading →

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The Time of the Assassins

Posted on January 25, 2017 by John Biscello

Review of Henry Miller’s study on Arthur Rimbaud, The Time of the Assassins, appearing in Riot Material. “Published in 1956, when atomic anxiety and McCarthy-led witch-hunts were all the rage, Miller’s book functions on multiple levels. It is a meditative essay … Continue reading →

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Raking the Dust

Posted on January 9, 2017 by John Biscello

The Kindle edition of my novel Raking the Dust is now available on Amazon. ABOUT: In this rogue’s tale, full of sound, fury, and erotic surrealism, we meet Alex Fillameno, a writer who has traded in the machine-grind of New York for … Continue reading →

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Review of Windowlight

Posted on January 2, 2017 by John Biscello

Review of Ann Nietzke’s Windowlight, appearing in Riot Material. “In many respects a window is a writer’s best friend. It can give the unrelenting “I” a break from inner-space-gazing, extend depth and perspective, offer slice-of-life unscripted cinema, frame the world in … Continue reading →

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Inheritance

Posted on December 29, 2016 by John Biscello

Amidst divisive riot, the clear sound of two tears mating upon the crest of a sunken cheek; a mother’s grief, near to fasting and silence, the warmest cross to inherit in holding the meek inviolate.

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Winter, a Love Story

Posted on December 22, 2016 by John Biscello

Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands  that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading →

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First Love, Winter

Posted on December 22, 2016 by John Biscello

Boy and girl, sledding tongues, no words— Winter, warming up.

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Gateway

Posted on December 2, 2016 by John Biscello

  It is here in this place, this chaste hollow, where my heart, bare to touch and asking, reveals itself in equal measures as gospel and wound, singing softly its locks and ravels to reach another’s lighted room, unbarred.

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The Little People

Posted on November 30, 2016 by John Biscello

Podcast of my short story “The Little People,” featured in the November issue of The Golden Walkman, a “literary magazine for your ears.” Listen here.

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Call

Posted on November 22, 2016 by John Biscello

Channeling the fire in my throat to meet my heart’s rising call, or, how the mating of arson and grace breathes new life into immeasurably just cause.

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