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Morph

Posted on May 11, 2026 by John Biscello

His name is Morph because he is always changing. Her name is Morph because … see above. We are all changelings, all in a state of perpetual morph, that word clipped and pruned from metamorphosis. Morph as in we are … Continue reading →

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Springing Forth

Posted on May 10, 2023 by John Biscello

As I sit here at my retreat enclave, feeling gratefully reflective and enjoying buttery afterglow effects, today in looking back through my records I realized: the three novels I have completed over the past three years–The Last Furies, No One … Continue reading →

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Floodlights

Posted on June 7, 2020 by John Biscello

We are the keepers of the sacred fire, the shapeshifters and purveyors of starstuff undivided, We, tending to flocks of light and clouds, understand that, come rain or come shine, the founting marvels from God’s lips, and breadth, are a … Continue reading →

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