Tag Archives: Prose

Double Exposure

Posted on December 27, 2017 by John Biscello

   I tucked my hand into Anya’s armpit and guided her into the bathroom. I closed the door behind us.    Anya immediately dropped to her knees and began puking into the toilet. A lot of it splashed onto the … Continue reading →

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Glow

Posted on December 25, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. The coke parties were my favorite. It was when everyone was happiest. Everyone usually meant my mother, father, and their friends, Tony and Dina.    My mother would tell me—Tony and Dina are coming … Continue reading →

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Unreachable You

Posted on December 24, 2017 by John Biscello

It’s tough to always be in love with a ghost. Also it’s easy. The living don’t stand a chance against ghosts. In loving ghosts there are no real complications, no real disappointments, no real anything. There’s lots of teething on … Continue reading →

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Wendigo, a Winter Story

Posted on December 22, 2017 by John Biscello

       A man in a bulky white parka is running across a snowy landscape.    The hood pulled over his head is lined with seal-gray fur.    He is wearing plastic goggles that are caked in frost.    … Continue reading →

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Broken Land

Posted on December 9, 2017 by John Biscello

My first novel, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, which was named Underground Book Reviews Book of the Year (2014), has officially been re-released. Available in paperback and digital editions. Click here to buy. ABOUT: A spectral, existential noir set against the aging … Continue reading →

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Mary

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

      It was a scorcher. One of those ovenbake summer days where you feel like you’re huffing fur.    I had decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood, and re-acclimate myself.    As I walked down the block … Continue reading →

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Review of Charles Bukowski

Posted on December 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Review of Charles Bukowski’s Storm for the Living and the Dead, appearing in Riot Material. “Baby . . . I’m a genius but nobody knows it but me.” — Bukowski, Factotum As a bottom-feeding, hardscrabble Walt Whitman, Bukowski sang of himself, … Continue reading →

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Pigtails

Posted on December 5, 2017 by John Biscello

   There was that day you wore your hair in pigtails.    You were thirteen. Pigtails and a pale blue summer dress. I think the dress was new.    My mother had died three days earlier.    You and I … Continue reading →

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Radikal News

Posted on December 3, 2017 by John Biscello

Interview on Radikal News, based out of Slovenia. In English and Slovene. Read the full interview here.  

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Author Update

Posted on November 25, 2017 by John Biscello

In giving my books a renewed lease on life (after my publisher abruptly went out of business last year) I will be independently re-releasing my first two novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, through Amazon in … Continue reading →

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