Tag Archives: myth

The Last Word podcast

“Fascinating insights into the ‘storied and wild mind’ of author, playwright, poet and performer John Biscello with his latest book The Last Furies. Our far-ranging conversation takes us from his home in the “grunge-wonderland” of Taos to lands of fables … Continue reading

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Paper Route

   It’s hard when you live in a paper town. You see the other kids, the real ones, playing at the linen edges, the cloth borders, and you want to interact with them but you can’t cross over. There is … Continue reading

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Her Body, Her Name

   It was a time in her life when she was not there, not inside herself or her life. And she was pregnant. Pregnant by the wrong man, so many wrong turns and wrong men, and this one, a mislaid … Continue reading

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Kid in a Western

He could feel his hand, an undertaker’s apprentice, rosy rash pecking out a tremolo in the palm’s moist center, a fluttery pulse, as his fingers massaged the handle. His fingers ever sensitive to the crushed pollen coating the handle (time … Continue reading

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Gilead After Dark

Time dreamed, and I was there. The persistently nagging sense of simultaneously being there and not being there. A fusion and mediation of allegedly separate entities, such as timelines, distances (intimacy, you see, belong to the immeasurable). The mantling of … Continue reading

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Green Dark

We enter forests at the liminal risk of time lost to the vagrancies of dreaming and silence of choir— Engendered by echoes and bated tense we move on at the mercy of mirrorless haunt.

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Devil and Saxman

(Excerpt from None So Distant, novel in progress)    The devil on the side of the highway got tired of standing and sat down on his briefcase waiting for history to catch up or to pass away altogether. It didn’t … Continue reading

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Dust

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Our Lady of Dust

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Slimming Heaps

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