Tag Archives: Prose

Music

Posted on February 20, 2024 by John Biscello

We Are Ugly But We Have the Music. This is our title, our collective moniker, our flag. It is a torn and flagless flag, denominating no allegiances, no cultural attachments, no geo-political persuasions or fevered legionspeak. None of that. We … Continue reading →

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Test Dummies

Posted on February 18, 2024 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Worlds Last Imagined, novel in progress). We saw them carrying life-sized dummies to the town square. It was eerie how each dummy so closely resembled the person who was carrying it. We watched as all the dummies were … Continue reading →

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Funereal

Posted on February 17, 2024 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Worlds Last Imagined, novel in progress.) Last night Ariana and I attended our own funerals. It was something we did from time to time. We saw ourselves, lying there, pretending to be dead, saw a wavering horde of … Continue reading →

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Love and Death

Posted on February 8, 2024 by John Biscello

The branch of the tree reaching down. It reaches down to graze the time-scarred headstone, to caress it. Could this be … a secret love story, a love story with no history, or with a cortege of history, spanning many … Continue reading →

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Rabbit Season

Posted on February 7, 2024 by John Biscello

The love hotel under the overcast afternoon sky. Thick mottled clouds. Two rabbits perched on a crescent moon, backs turned to the viewer. Earth and sky mixed, how lust has room for all seasons. The love hotel is about 100 … Continue reading →

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Time, Travel

Posted on February 7, 2024 by John Biscello

The boy sat on the train that would take him to the station where he would catch the train that would take him to the airport where he would be lifted away from everything he had been dreaming in real-time. … Continue reading →

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Jizo and the Lost Children

Posted on February 5, 2024 by John Biscello

They were everywhere in the woods. Clustered in hidden batches, concealed, unseen or barely peeking out from foliage or grass, the verdant estate of jizos, some whose faces had been worn away by the elements, others with shadows and hints … Continue reading →

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Cause of Light

Posted on February 4, 2024 by John Biscello

She stood at a distance, imagining her daughter there, playing. She saw how her daughter lit up with glee when she was near the sea, or scampering along the shoreline, collecting shells, poking holes in the mud with a stick, … Continue reading →

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Titanic

Posted on January 29, 2024 by John Biscello

A voyage into the time-haunted unknown, a love story casting two alone as wreckmates aboard a sinking ship in a salacious sea of bop consciousness.

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Lyric Alone

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

Mind over matter, and mind over matter dreaming, and this the lyrical alone, the magnificent hovel and shrine, what it means the lyrical alone sounding sublime, and solitude alone the shrine and hovel, o magnificent bastards of ghostlight, the tenderest … Continue reading →

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