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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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Coyote, a Christmas Story

Posted on December 24, 2017 by John Biscello

Get on with your dying, Coyote urged. It is time. I was scared. I was scared of the unknown. I was scared of letting go. Scared of dissolving my identity. Who would I become? That is the nature of metamorphosis, … 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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The Writing Life

Posted on December 10, 2017 by John Biscello

Pen, referencing a glossary of soul, scratches out excess to clarify Eternity, finger-holds, tenuous at best, dignify the mount of a marvelously impossible task.

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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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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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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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