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Tag Archives: the writing life
The Writing Life
These are the tools of my trade. I have written in spiral-bound notebooks, college-ruled, for a long time. They are always of varying colors. Red, yellow, blue, purple, black. Never green. I write with a Zebra F-402 ballpoint pen, black … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged devotion, John Biscello, notebooks, novels, passion play, pen to page, poems, the craft, the writing life, word-pray
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In Search of Lost Time
A meditation on memory, longing, storytelling and spiritual homesickness.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged John Biscello, longing, memory, Spoken Word, the writing life
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Coils
To caper at the edge, where the seething lyric happens, poetry with slits and fast teeth, where the hours of phenomena are boiled and reduced to a single quivering instant, an umbilical knot of light upon tenderest scraps and coils.
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Tagged craft, devotion, John Biscello, lyrical living, poem, the writing life
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Ravels
At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, craft, inspiration, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, the writing life, wound-letting
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Craft
How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.
Straight Outta Brooklyn
Urban slice-of-life in this live reading from my novel, No Man’s Brooklyn, at last November’s Prose Month event. NO MAN’S BROOKLYN: From the valentine boneyards of working-class Brooklyn, comes a tale of first love, lost innocence, tragedy, and forgiveness. Daniel Trovato, … Continue reading
Posted in Audio, Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged Brooklyn, John Biscello, New Mexico, New York, no man's brooklyn, novel, performance, prose month, the writing life, video clip
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The Last Furies
Completed draft of my fifth novel.
Posted in Books, photography, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged book, dreamscaping, fifth novel, gratitude, John Biscello, mythology, novel, Surrealism, The Last Furies, the writing life
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The Writing Life
Sneak-peek into the process: I always write by hand, with my F-402 ballpoint pn (black ink), in one-subject spiral notebooks, the cheap kind that come in different colors (mostly I go with red, purple and yellow, occasionally blue or black, … Continue reading
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Tagged in progress, John Biscello, lyrical living, poem, Poetry, Prose, sneak-peek, the craft, the writing life, word by word
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Quill
Within the unbearable lightness of love’s proofed labor, a single feather pen, producing words that sing, traceless, and move worlds to shake and reckon. (Image by Izumi Yokoyama)
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Tagged featherproof, izumi yokoyama, John Biscello, love's labor, quill, the craft, the writing life, words change worlds, worlds within
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Still Life W/Selfie
(From Houses of a Crystal Muse, Wild Embers Press, December 2019) How I, my ego-fiend-self, craves and wishes and desires to take ultimate credit for the words and poems attaching themselves to their mortal host, John Biscello, thinly grafted to … Continue reading
