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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Just found out my story, “The Little People,” was nominated for Best of the Net. Audio-version of the story can be heard here, in Golden Walkman magazine.
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Tagged Audio, best of the net, Brooklyn, Golden Walkman magazine, John Biscello, Literary, literature, magazine, New York, Prose, radio, story, storytelling, the little people
It was a matter of helium-speak, and tomorrow-talk, and bright ribbons of noise amounting to nothing. We, hanging out on the street-corner, conducting ping-pong volleys and raps, ferocity and verve, building ourselves up—who we were and were not, what we … Continue reading