Tag Archives: shadows

Frame

Posted on May 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Sepia scraps of filmreel burnt around the edges flickering to animate and revive the magnetic shavings of a life soundly projected. The genetics of cinema are always hard at work in the nimble and forgiving dark.

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Archive

Posted on May 19, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory, eulogies birthed in reverse, séance syncing soundly the cinema of ghosts with real-time revivals rounding to fade.

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Night Call

Posted on March 5, 2026 by John Biscello

Modeling a Warhol factory recall in red and blatant noir, a long day’s journey into a cinematic cliché of night casts her in the static role of gauzy extra— the frontal glare of lucid life finds her fading in quiet … Continue reading →

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Girl in the Dark, Twice

Posted on November 28, 2025 by John Biscello

1.    A girl in the dark, in a corner, spitting out sunflower seeds, spitting out sunflower seeds into the dark.    Pppfft-pppfft, the sound her mouth makes when spitting, and the barely audible plip when the shells hit the … Continue reading →

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Goblins

Posted on October 27, 2025 by John Biscello
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Cover Reveal

Posted on October 20, 2025 by John Biscello

Cover reveal for my sixth novel, No One Dreams in Color, which will be published by Unsolicited Press in April 2026. I am thrilled that the cover features the artwork of Linda Stojak, one of my favorite contemporary artists who creates … Continue reading →

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Way Station

Posted on October 11, 2025 by John Biscello

I walked to the train station at night. I was going to drive. It was a hot day, I had already been out walking in the sun, and I thought—just drive to the train station. But when it was time … Continue reading →

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Body Double

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

It would be the last time, the last thinning whatever that gave night its fool’s edge and lyrical tilt— Scraping half-moon fingernails against famished odds, he briefly paused to consider the bottomless gorge of a hungry ghost demanding of its … Continue reading →

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Green Dark

Posted on February 8, 2024 by John Biscello

We enter forests at the liminal risk of time lost to the vagrancies of dreaming and silence of choir— Engendered by echoes and bated tense we move on at the mercy of mirrorless haunt.

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Fortress of Solitude

Posted on November 29, 2023 by John Biscello

Excerpt from The Jackdaw and the Doll “Yokoyama’s graphite illustrations …fashion an understated, symbolic elegy for a famous literary voice … Poetic descriptions of Kafka’s storytelling deftly capture the relationship between existential terror and creative production … Accomplished, graceful mythmaking … Continue reading →

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