Tag Archives: Poetry

Miasma

Posted on September 1, 2025 by John Biscello

I have mimicked many voices to track and capture my mother’s theriomorphic grief, therefore my own: history pared and blood-let outside of time. Inside time, once upon a time, my mother was, as she tells it, a terrified-out-of-her-mind seventeen-year-old, not … Continue reading →

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Last Furies: Audio Book

Posted on August 31, 2025 by John Biscello

Early release of the audio book version of The Last Furies, available through Lost Telegram Press (or Rakuten Kobo: http://kobo.com/) Print and digital editions coming in mid-September.

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In the Dark

Posted on August 31, 2025 by John Biscello

I was vacant when he entered me, a ghost in a long corridor. In the distance, I heard low hissing. As if the world were losing air through a slow leak. I silently sang myself a lullaby from my childhood, … Continue reading →

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Reviewers Wanted

Posted on August 27, 2025 by John Biscello

My new novel, The Last Furies, is slated for mid-September release (in print, digital and audio-book editions), and e-book ARCs (advance review copies) are available upon request to anyone interested in reviewing the book. SYNOPSISIn this lyrical and speculative mosaic … Continue reading →

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Postcard from the Edge

Posted on August 20, 2025 by John Biscello

On a chrome operating table, an umbrella and a sewing machine make love. Are about to make love. Have already made love. One or the other or the other. It is industrial burlesque in a vintage Parisian postcard bearing a … Continue reading →

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Red Wind

Posted on August 18, 2025 by John Biscello

The stilettos of red wind go on pecking at me, at us. We haven’t seen our mother in seven months. She was taken away. I could present evidence of my mother— kitchens tattooed onto her elbows and wrists, walking the … Continue reading →