Tag Archives: Prose

Encore

Posted on January 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Kill someone in your mind. Bring them back to life. Throw a party to celebrate their resurrection. Do the same thing again, replacing someone with you, and mind with dream.

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Eulogy

Posted on January 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Drop dead several times each day and recite advance eulogies for the persons so explicitly shed. Allow grief to function not as barrier or backwater but rather a marker for diminishing returns.

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Apocalyptic Bop

Posted on January 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Happy to be a creative contributor to the resurrected and phoenix rising incarnation of Dilate magazine. Issue 2 just dropped for the new year.

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Merger

Posted on December 31, 2023 by John Biscello

Spend one day as the person you always imagined you’d be. If it suits you, do it for a second day. Then a third. Continue impersonating your dream-self until you grow tired and decide to call it quits, or filial … Continue reading →

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Sync Hole

Posted on December 31, 2023 by John Biscello

Imagine the person standing next to you is thinking about you. If there is no one standing next to you imagine a person standing next to thinking about you. What are they thinking? Imagine yourself thinking about a person thinking … Continue reading →

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Slapstick

Posted on December 30, 2023 by John Biscello

Walk down the street, any and every street, tripping in different ways. In different cities, in different states, practice the art of falling and getting back up. Some people will claim that the getting back up is the most important … Continue reading →

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Pink Floyd

Posted on December 30, 2023 by John Biscello

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing again and again and expecting a different result. Prove that you are insane, or not insane, by banging your head repeatedly against a stone wall while singing a song. … Continue reading →

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Round and Round

Posted on December 30, 2023 by John Biscello

Send out invitations to people you know, informing them you have rented out a yellow school bus for the purposes of taking a trip. The admission for the trip is, as follows: Before boarding the bus, each person is to … Continue reading →

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Diorama

Posted on December 30, 2023 by John Biscello

Make a shoebox diorama of your dream life. Install a macaroni model of yourself into this dream life. Place the diorama in a dark closet and let it sit there for days, weeks, years. Take it out of the closet … Continue reading →

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Center Point

Posted on December 29, 2023 by John Biscello

Walk ever so slowly, with measured steps, to the center of your being. Walk out again, toward the center of your being. Continue moving in and out, in and out, until all sense of orientation is lost. Stop walking, and … Continue reading →

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