Tag Archives: noir

Broken Land at Ten

Posted on May 3, 2022 by John Biscello

This month marks the ten-year anniversary of my novel: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale. I am feeling a bit sentimental about this ghostly noir tale, not only because it was the first time I experienced having a novel published (I … Continue reading →

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Psychic Noir

Posted on December 6, 2021 by John Biscello

NO ONE DREAMS IN COLOR: Man Vanishes Without a Trace. This, the dramatic headline which stirs Andrew DiBenedetto’s curiosity, and initiates a life-changing course. The vanished man is Paul Kirby, whose nine-minute film, Wendigo—the only film Kirby ever made—was one … Continue reading →

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Recursively Yours

Posted on June 27, 2021 by John Biscello

Anya, a ghost from my past life who had been more alive in my heart than perhaps anyone else.Anya, who in varied incarnations I had loved and killed off in many different ways in different stories. Yet I always resurrected … Continue reading →

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Boneyard

Posted on June 25, 2021 by John Biscello

I tell myself stories in the dark, Anya. Whether or not they help is either of primary consequence or none at all. Sometimes you have to walk through the boneyard in order to reach the garden. This is what I … Continue reading →

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Tryst

Posted on June 25, 2021 by John Biscello

It’s tough to always be in love with a ghost. It’s also easy. The living don’t stand a chance against ghosts. In loving ghosts there are no real complications, no real disappointments, no real anything. There’s lots of teething on … Continue reading →

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Feast Days

Posted on June 25, 2021 by John Biscello

I could feel the music of a slow future dying inside me. And the past very much alive, like shimmering beatific flowers, like luscious night thistles. The past is a changeable feast. Except it is a feast that eats and … Continue reading →

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The Dark

Posted on June 25, 2021 by John Biscello

Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it Anya. Listening to the dark. And it was because of you Anya that I started naming different types of dark, … Continue reading →

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Portrait of a Man in a Hotel Room

Posted on April 15, 2021 by John Biscello

The man in the white hat and white suit walked into a shabby hotel room, carrying a battered brown valise. It was a valise that had seen mileage. The man opened the door, and then closed it behind him. He … Continue reading →

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Shadow Play

Posted on October 13, 2020 by John Biscello

Some shadows become women when no one is looking. Consider it the residual alchemy of fallout and mortal longing. #55 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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New York Noir

Posted on August 9, 2019 by John Biscello

Two more from Anthony Distefano’s “street scene” series.  

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