Tag Archives: Prose

Jean Rhys

Posted on October 19, 2020 by John Biscello

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading →

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Glow

Posted on September 16, 2020 by John Biscello

Childhood and coke parties. Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.

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The Honeymooners

Posted on August 24, 2020 by John Biscello

Ralph Kramden sweats and sweats, his eyeballs bulging. Plagued by the notion that he has become a whale, no a rhinoceros, no an inoculated hippo that shows up to birthday parties uninvited. This visual grotesquerie, reflected to him through the … Continue reading →

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Happy Days

Posted on August 24, 2020 by John Biscello

In this episode of Happy Days, Arthur Fonzarelli, Fonzie, The Fonz, slaps Richie, hard, across the face. Void of context, we don’t know why. Richie’s jaw drops. He is in shock. He holds his hand against his crimsoned cheek. Richie … Continue reading →

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Paper Trail

Posted on June 9, 2020 by John Biscello

Jigsaw geography of a novel in progress (The Last Furies).

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Masks

Posted on May 19, 2020 by John Biscello

Excerpt from a novel-in-progress: It was in the year _______, that a maskless society had ceased to exist. A decision was made by people who made decisions of that nature (yes, the masks, the decision-making, the proper authorities, all this … Continue reading →

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The Jackdaw and the Doll

Posted on April 30, 2020 by John Biscello

In what has been an inspired harmonizing of words and art, and a storyscape richly carved out of light, shadows and dream-stuff, The Jackdaw and the Doll has been completed. This fable, penned by yours truly, and illustrated by pen-and-ink … Continue reading →

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The Writing Life

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

Sneak-peek into the process: I always write by hand, with my F-402 ballpoint pn (black ink), in one-subject spiral notebooks, the cheap kind that come in different colors (mostly I go with red, purple and yellow, occasionally blue or black, … Continue reading →

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The Little Prince

Posted on April 6, 2020 by John Biscello

Happy birthday, Little Prince! 77 years ago today (April 6, 1943) Le Petit Prince was published in France. This star-carved gem of a book, which remains one of my heart-play favorites, bestowed a timeless message that continues to echo with … Continue reading →

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The Way of the Fool

Posted on March 21, 2020 by John Biscello

Far from the madding crowd, a whisper called to me, its soft tiny tenterhooks tugging—this way, this way. I followed its invisible trail. Where would it lead? To whom did the whisper, the voice belong? I walked until I saw … Continue reading →

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