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Chronicles

Posted on May 13, 2026 by John Biscello

What is it we’ve done? What is it you’ve done? Mark it down. Make an inventory of jottings that concretize and confirm your fleeting form of being. How did you wake? What was it like sleeping? These happenings these adventures … Continue reading →

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Lost and Found

Posted on May 12, 2026 by John Biscello

Who lost, what found? What lost, who found? The world is an endless complex of lost and found. You lose dead skin. Hair follicles take to the sky in ghostly wisps. You excrete today’s breakfast, you ingest animal fat and … Continue reading →

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Here and There

Posted on May 12, 2026 by John Biscello

I am here while I went there. Both things are true. Physically you walked to a place, a tangible and specific location, while mentally and psychically you went elsewhere, you traveled to a different, phantasmal, non-location. You can be in … Continue reading →

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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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Bodyscript

Posted on May 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Body be thy name as prayer made flesh. As prayer marry flesh. Flesh-prayer reaped in daily chronicles of sunlight, flesh exhales us into hospitable swaths and regions of dark, flesh as the ultimate wheelbarrow, sturdy and stable. Until it is … Continue reading →

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In Praise of Abstraction

Posted on May 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Abstraction is essential. It is a key tenet and cog in mapless wayfaring. The compass by which we’ve calculated starstuff as sacral molten matter in our dream-stream and slow burn. It is Romanticism caped under a lemon parasol with Impressionism … Continue reading →

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Flight Patterns

Posted on May 11, 2026 by John Biscello

A flight of stairs, a flight of birds, a flight of fancy … fly into a bar and the barkeep asks—Which one of you is the fastest? No one answered. They were, in essence, conceptual. Conceptual kin. Three different ways … Continue reading →

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Pub Day

Posted on April 14, 2026 by John Biscello

Hola, community far and wide, I wanted to share the news that my sixth novel, No One Dreams in Color, has officially been released (April 14). Thank you to Unsolicited Press for playing the role of caring midwife in helping to … Continue reading →

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Not I

Posted on March 20, 2026 by John Biscello

Before this goes any further, allow me to come clean: I have never written a single line in my life. At least not creatively. I wouldn’t know how. Not knowing how is one of my specialties. It is my fool, … Continue reading →

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(sic)

Posted on December 3, 2025 by John Biscello

   She compiled what they called obscure texts into what was then labeled an obscure book. She was vilified. To be obscure, to be knowingly obscure, was, as they saw it, was a veiled threat to innocence and an assault … Continue reading →

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