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Tag Archives: New York
Monkeys and Barrels
None of it was going anywhere. It had been a while. Both things were true. Both could be beginnings. So let’s go with both: None of it was going anywhere. It had been a while. I felt like a dehydrated … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged babe ruth, city, fiction, John Biscello, monkeys, New York, Prose, publishing, some kind of wonderful, story, urban, wasteland
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Welcome to the Monkey House
A man rattling the bars inside his cage that is the monkey house of writing and publishing, or, the holy seethe sounded in diminished chords and vinegar.
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged New York, publishing, Spoken Word, story, tale, voice, words, writing life, writing the good write
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The Old Neighborhood
Recorded version of my piece, “Fruit,” which was a 2023 Non-Fiction Prize Finalist in Brooklyn Film & Arts essay competition. The story revolves around shame, powerlessness, addiction, and survival techniques during days of Brooklyn youth.
Posted in Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged addiction, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, brooklyn film and arts, family, film, italian american, mean streets, New York, Prose, shame, storytelling, Video, voice, witness
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How Tomorrow Moves
Or, Brooklyn Boys Shit-Talkin on Street-Corners Back in the Day.
Posted in Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged back in the day, Brooklyn, days of box wine and plastic roses, New York, Prose, shit talkin, story, streetcorner hustle, urban youth
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Monkeys and Barrels
Kinked reflections on the writing life, New York states of mind, Babe Ruth’s prodigious appetite, Einsteinian time-blips, desert blues, and the Aqua Net generation.
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Video
Tagged aqua net, author, babe ruth, Brooklyn, einstein, graffiti, New York, Prose, publishing industry, reflections, Spoken Word, story, storytelling, the writing life, voice
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Monkeys and Barrels
None of it was going anywhere. It had been a while. Both things were true. Both could be beginnings. So let’s go with both: None it was going anywhere. It had been a while. I felt like a dehydrated man … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged New York, novels, publishing, the songs, the struggle, the writing life, what dreams may come
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A Dream Grows in Brooklyn
New edition of No Man’s Brooklyn available. “Biscello succeeds in bringing to life both Daniel as well as the intriguing milieu that created him: stoops, city parks, 40-ounce bottles of malt liquor.”–KIRKUS REVIEWS NO MAN’S BROOKLYNFrom the valentine boneyards of … Continue reading
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Tagged addiction, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, city, family, fiction, first love, fourthnovel, mystery, new edition, New York, novel, Publication, shadowlands, street beat, urban tale
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Street Beat
New edition of No Man’s Brooklyn. Signed copies available for pre-order directly through me (Paypal or Venmo). Digital copies are available for prospective reviewers. Can also be purchased through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other cyber-outlets soon. “Biscello succeeds in … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged Brooklyn, coming of age, first love, ghost story, New York, novel, street beat
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No Man’s Brooklyn
New edition of my fourth novel coming soon. From the valentine boneyards of working-class Brooklyn, comes a tale of first love, lost innocence, tragedy, and healing. Daniel Trovato, having left his native Bensonhurst years ago to start a new life … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Prose, Publications
Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, coming of age, first love, ghost story, New York, novel, Prose, urban
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Winter Woods
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
Posted in Books, photography, Prose
Tagged New York, noir, north, novel, novel excerpt, wendigo, winter woods
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