Tag Archives: New York

Winter Woods

Posted on May 30, 2022 by John Biscello

Wendigo-psychosis: A culture-specific disorder, which entails an intense craving for human flesh and fear of becoming a cannibal. In some indigenous cultures, environmental destruction and insatiable greed are seen as manifestations of Wendigo psychosis. I recalled what Mack had said … Continue reading →

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Sea Change

Posted on May 19, 2022 by John Biscello

Excerpt from my novel, No One Dreams in Color. 1.    I was nineteen and lost when I first saw Wendigo. That was the year everything broke apart. In the center, and in other places too.    My mother died, … Continue reading →

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Brooklyn in Taos

Posted on August 20, 2021 by John Biscello

Review of No Man’s Brooklyn in this week’s edition of the Taos News, as well as an interview about the novel, growing up in Brooklyn, and the writing life. No Man’s Brooklynby John BiscelloCSF Publishing (2021, 164 pp.) “Anya, a … Continue reading →

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Before the Big Bang Makes A Sound

Posted on November 24, 2020 by John Biscello

Listen closely. You will hear the rhythmical jazz of a leaky faucet. The creaking floorboards in the attic of memory. The sound of a heart crunching beneath the weight of a life, and then again, that heart’s resilient rising announced … Continue reading →

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Arson & Grace

Posted on October 21, 2020 by John Biscello

Collection of plays forthcoming from CSF Publishing. Arson & Grace Think of this collection as a black-market passport to a realm of lucid dreams and savage jest. Or as the splintered signpost to a crossroads where pop culture, mythology and … Continue reading →

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Jackson Pollock

Posted on October 19, 2020 by John Biscello

Out of silence, and lidded smolder, arose a localized storm. You could say it was a balletic squall forecasting its own tyrant reign and fall, a fate designed to galvanize and then blackout not so gently into that goodnight exit … Continue reading →

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Runes

Posted on October 6, 2020 by John Biscello

Fall in the city. A building offers the glyphic runes of a tectonic language in relief that goes unnoticed by the woman who has just seen her lover listening to another woman closely. #19 from Untitled Film Poems Image by … Continue reading →

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The Double

Posted on October 6, 2020 by John Biscello

There was a staggered repeatability to her days which she counted upon for a semblance of security and rightness, so you can imagine her surprise when she looked across the street and saw a woman identical to her, same head … Continue reading →

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Street Corner Lore

Posted on September 17, 2020 by John Biscello

The red light green light of young love and longing in a world of urban lore. Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.

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Glow

Posted on September 16, 2020 by John Biscello

Childhood and coke parties. Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.

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