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Seance

Posted on September 18, 2025 by John Biscello

It was a time in her life when she was not there, not inside herself or her life. And she was pregnant. Pregnant by the wrong man, so many wrong turns and wrong men, and this one, a mislaid night … Continue reading →

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Mirror

Posted on September 15, 2025 by John Biscello

She opened her stomach. I took out my lighter, produced a flame, and cast light into the darkness. I saw a single object, a mirror. A square mirror with a baroque metal exterior: cursive, elegant. I saw part of my … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged body, body art, fiction, interiority, Mirror, Prose, reflections, stomach, story, Surrealism, text | Leave a comment

Sideshow

Posted on September 15, 2025 by John Biscello

Let me show you, she said. She proceeded to open her stomach, almost as if she were made from wood or metal, something not flesh, and it cleanly opened to reveal a dark chamber. I stood there, not sure what … Continue reading →

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Last Furies: Now Available!

Posted on September 14, 2025 by John Biscello

I am excited to share the news that my novel, The Last Furies, has officially been released, and is available in paperback, e-book and audio-book editions. The book has been published by Lost Telegram Press, an indie publisher based out of Ontario, … Continue reading →

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Less Said

Posted on September 7, 2025 by John Biscello

I have no desire to sing tonight. This is the only line Samuel Beckett managed to write for a libretto which he abandoned. The smallest hours hold staggering volumes of silence.

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged libretto, opera, Poetry, Prose, samuel beckett, silence, text | Leave a comment

Miasma

Posted on September 1, 2025 by John Biscello

I have mimicked many voices to track and capture my mother’s theriomorphic grief, therefore my own: history pared and blood-let outside of time. Inside time, once upon a time, my mother was, as she tells it, a terrified-out-of-her-mind seventeen-year-old, not … Continue reading →

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Snaps

Posted on August 10, 2025 by John Biscello

Sneak-pique at some layout specs from my forthcoming novel, The Last Furies (Lost Telegram Press).

Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized | Tagged design, experimental novel, film, ghosts, hybrid novel, layout, Literary, lost telegram press, Poetry, polaroids, Prose, text, The Last Furies, Theater | Leave a comment

Lives in the Day Of

Posted on January 13, 2025 by John Biscello

One of my recent projects has been compiling stories and flash fiction into a collection titled: Lives in the Day Of. After selection, rewriting, and editing, the collection comprises twenty-two pieces, spanning the past fifteen years. Some of these works … Continue reading →

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The Sorceress

Posted on November 11, 2024 by John Biscello

To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading →

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Our Lady of Dust

Posted on December 8, 2022 by John Biscello

Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose | Tagged Audio, dust, myth, red desert, Spoken Word, story, text, words | Leave a comment