Tag Archives: vanishing points

Vanishing Points

Posted on October 14, 2026 by John Biscello

Draft of manuscript in progress. Further Ghosts comprises stories, musings, micro-essays, flash fiction, and existential riffs revolving around the theme and concept of “vanishing points.” These disappearances are filtered and explored through manifestations of grief, memory, trauma, creative process, dreams, … Continue reading →

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Travel Notes

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

It was a town caught in the pinwheeling stasis between living and dying, between chrysalis and mortuary. I want to examine why it is I am drawn to places like this, why I always return to this specific feeling of … Continue reading →

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Premature Nostalgia

Posted on December 1, 2025 by John Biscello

   Ever since I can remember, I have been afflicted by what I call premature nostalgia. A simple definition of premature nostalgia: Mourning or grieving, or experiencing acutely a deep sense of loss, a profound wistfulness, ether before something happens … Continue reading →

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Interior

Posted on November 20, 2025 by John Biscello

   It was a town caught in the pinwheeling stasis between living and dying, between chrysalis and mortuary. I want to examine why it is I am drawn to places like this, why I always return to this specific feeling … Continue reading →

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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. 4

Posted on January 22, 2024 by John Biscello

The fourth and final volume is dedicated to vanishing points, prevailing absences and Zen-empty ephemera.

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Set Course

Posted on August 24, 2023 by John Biscello

In the palm of shadows, at the rounded edge of wake, vanishing points emerge to blur and perpetuate the deeply dreamed course of our longings, all those ghosts called upon to fade.

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