He had traveled many crooked side-streets and shadow-scripted back-alleys to arrive at this point. The white-hot lure and bait of the angel, who had played hard to get, beckoned, with an ineffable wink. Advertisements
One of those windows ws about to change his life forever. Now it was simply a matter of ascent, and guessing right.
It would be the last time, the last thinning whatever– halfmoon fingernails scratching famished odds, unreflected, into a dirty, cracking mirror.
Interview in taoStyle, revolving around Taos, New York, the writing life, and my new novel, Nocturne Variations. “Brooklyn, New York born and raised author, poet, playwright and spoken word performance artist, John Biscello, has called Taos home since 2001. The … Continue reading
It was the very end of our relationship, when it was past the point of ever being good again. We both knew it but neither one of us wanted to say it, because that would mean letting go and … Continue reading
(Story from Freeze Tag.) I had been dating Jeannie for two years and had been living with her for the past six months. We had a place on 31st Street between Madison & Park Avenues and we could afford it because, … Continue reading
(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Seven years later, reflecting upon an analytical snapshot held up to the light: Thirty-three, unemployed, a boatload of debt, drinking excessively, divorcee, amateur plumber of shit-clogged pipe dreams—when I got my head stuck up my … Continue reading
(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) I see you decided to join me. I didn’t want you to drink alone. We sat at an empty table flanking the wall. The band was now playing a mournful ballad. Something about two lovers … Continue reading
I understand, you let the wrong one in again– doors close, doors open. (Artwork by Nigel Van Wieck)
Empirical scope, is all that we ask of fame– Steady now, steady. (Photo of Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgwick)
