Tag Archives: Prose

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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Many Ghosts

Posted on November 10, 2017 by John Biscello

Many people in my life have been consumed by fiction. Fiction is a monster. Fiction is a glutton. Like ego, like an insatiable wrath, it never gets enough, is never satisfied. Fiction has consumed and absorbed many people in my … Continue reading →

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Catholic School Girls

Posted on October 8, 2017 by John Biscello

The Catholic school girls. With their short plaid skirts and white collared shirts and the inviting exposure between where the skirt cut off and the sock began, generating an erotic glare of exposed flesh. In their uniforms the Catholic school … Continue reading →

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In Love and War

Posted on October 8, 2017 by John Biscello

I dumped all my G.I. Joes out of the shopping bag and onto the pavement of the driveway. I separated the good guys from the bad guys, and then arranged them in specific positions. Before initiating a battle, or an … Continue reading →

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Halloween

Posted on October 4, 2017 by John Biscello

Halloween. As was tradition, the boys would stalk the neighborhood, armed with cartons of eggs and cans of Barbasol. Me and my friends were foam-caked, yolk-splatted messes when we ran into Alexis and her friends coming home from school. They … Continue reading →

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Death of a Super Hero

Posted on October 4, 2017 by John Biscello

   I was six when I found out I’d never become a super-hero.    We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother, my father.    My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading →

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Innocence

Posted on October 2, 2017 by John Biscello

The party ended and I went to Gillian’s house. I was between places and Gillian was letting me stay with her temporarily, which given our history was a tribute to her character. We had been in a tumultuous three-year relationship, … Continue reading →

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