Tag Archives: Prose

Ballad of the Cuckoos (publication)

Posted on August 14, 2025 by John Biscello

Publication of my screenplay, Ballad of the Cuckoos, in Issue 8 of For Page and Screen magazine, now live.

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Snaps

Posted on August 10, 2025 by John Biscello

Sneak-pique at some layout specs from my forthcoming novel, The Last Furies (Lost Telegram Press).

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Trailer: The Last Furies

Posted on July 11, 2025 by John Biscello

Trailer for my novel, The Last Furies. Coming this fall from Lost Telegram press.

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Ephemera

Posted on July 3, 2025 by John Biscello

“A photograph is a secret about a secret”— Diane Arbus Two snaps from a series of Polaroid experiments related to my novel, The Last Furies, forthcoming from Lost Telegram Press.

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Sonata of the I

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

The hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying the virtues of scat (in every sense of the word), roving through starched cardstock fields in search of an impossible flower and its stingy nettles—proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s gullet … Continue reading →

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Beckett’s Sonata

Posted on March 31, 2025 by John Biscello

A hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying scat (in every sense of the word), wandering through starched cardstock fields in search of a stingy flower, proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s gullet scorched by streaks of sungold (this, … Continue reading →

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Outlaw Country

Posted on March 19, 2025 by John Biscello

“Outlaw Country,” an excerpt from my novel, None So Distant, published in Spare Parts Literary Magazine as part of their From the Desk series: Reports of fringy lore on lost highways. Point-counterpoint in a twangy battle of wills. Stay tuned. … Continue reading →

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Directions Home

Posted on January 20, 2025 by John Biscello

Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, and Carl Jung walk into a bar in heaven…

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Lives in the Day Of

Posted on January 13, 2025 by John Biscello

One of my recent projects has been compiling stories and flash fiction into a collection titled: Lives in the Day Of. After selection, rewriting, and editing, the collection comprises twenty-two pieces, spanning the past fifteen years. Some of these works … Continue reading →

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Brooklyn Spleen

Posted on November 21, 2024 by John Biscello

We didn’t talk about it, but we knew we’d never amount to anything, no matter what we did. No matter how celebrated the accomplishment, no matter how big the fiction and the audience buying it, nothing could ever fill those … Continue reading →

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