Tag Archives: Prose

Brooklyn in Taos

Posted on August 20, 2021 by John Biscello

Review of No Man’s Brooklyn in this week’s edition of the Taos News, as well as an interview about the novel, growing up in Brooklyn, and the writing life. No Man’s Brooklynby John BiscelloCSF Publishing (2021, 164 pp.) “Anya, a … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Press, Prose, Publications | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

No Man’s Brooklyn

Posted on June 23, 2021 by John Biscello

Cover reveal for my fourth novel. Coming soon from CSF Publishing.

Posted in Books, photography, Press, Prose, Publications | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Straight Outta Brooklyn

Posted on June 11, 2021 by John Biscello

Short video trailer, shot in Brooklyn, promoting the upcoming release of my fourth novel. NO MAN’S BROOKLYN From the valentine boneyards of working-class Brooklyn, comes a tale of first love, lost innocence, tragedy, and healing. Daniel Trovato, having left his … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, Cinema, photography, Press, Prose, Publications | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Girl, Flame

Posted on April 16, 2021 by John Biscello

She is there. She is always there, in the corridor. And she is lonely. This much I know. Lonely as a form of cold that you cannot cover with blankets or insulate against with coats and scarves and such. And … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Waiting

Posted on January 28, 2021 by John Biscello

   I am waiting. There I am, see me, waiting on the train station platform. I am waiting for my train. It is a specific train that I am waiting for. When a train begins pulling into the station, I … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

If Only in Burning

Posted on January 14, 2021 by John Biscello

   I saw the sign in the window: Lessons Learned/Karma Burned. I went inside. The studio smelled like frankincence. And cotton candy. Greeting me at the door, as if she had been waiting for me, was a tall, well-toned woman … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Blue Boy

Posted on January 14, 2021 by John Biscello

   There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue.    Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Death Rides In On A Pony

Posted on December 29, 2020 by John Biscello

When Death showed up on a broken-down pony, I scoffed. This, really? What, Death said, looking around, unsure as to who or what I was referring. You’re Death, right? Yes. THE Death? You can check my I.D. And you’ve come … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Alchemical Cahoots

Posted on December 24, 2020 by John Biscello

There are, the wizard explained, contracts with the invisible world. There are binding contracts. And ones that can be dissolved. How can I tell the difference between one and another? Listen. Listen for what? Listen. For? Listen for listening. Listen … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

As Fate Would Have It

Posted on November 30, 2020 by John Biscello

“Fate will have it—and this has always been the case with me—that all the ‘outer’ aspects of my life should be accidental. Only what is interior has proved to have substance and a determining value.” — Carl Jung He knew … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment