Tag Archives: what dreams may come

Dream Weaver

Posted on March 31, 2022 by John Biscello

NO ONE DREAMS IN COLORMan Vanishes Without a Trace.This, the dramatic headline which stirs Andrew DiBenedetto’s curiosity, and initiates a life-changing course. The vanished man is Paul Kirby, whose nine-minute film, Wendigo—the only film Kirby ever made—was one of Andrew’s … Continue reading →

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Candy

Posted on December 14, 2021 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No One Dreams in Color:   Childhood.  Sometimes it feels like a piece of hard candy I swallowed long ago, and the hard candy remains stuck in my throat. Most of the time, I am unaware of its presence, but … Continue reading →

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No One Dreams in Color

Posted on December 5, 2021 by John Biscello

Completed manuscript.No One Dreams in Color is my sixth novel. I never take for granted the completion of a novel, nor do I ever know which one could be my last. It always begins witth a few key ideas or … Continue reading →

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For the Love of Craft

Posted on November 19, 2021 by John Biscello

Inside the Writer’s Studio, or, What Lives in the Drawer.

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No One Dreams In Color

Posted on November 17, 2021 by John Biscello

Completed draft of my sixth novel: No One Dreams in Color.

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The Other Election, or, If Prince Were President

Posted on November 3, 2020 by John Biscello

On this day I have cast my vote in electing my soul now and again to serve as my guide, compass, captain and architect in getting through this thing called life, electric word life meaning forever, according to Prince’s prophetic … Continue reading →

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Dreamlife for the Living

Posted on November 3, 2020 by John Biscello

It is really just one long dream interrupted in thorny intervals by fictions that we mistake for realities, the single white feather floating like a tangible sliver of breath on the river’s cyclical surface tells you all you need to … Continue reading →

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Firsting Impression

Posted on October 25, 2020 by John Biscello

It happens fast, this life— the first trembling chapter of an impending sneeze, the half-slitted stutter of a lid’s ambition to wink— We are, timewise, less than these things in the gaugeless cosmic scheme. And yet beyond these words, and … Continue reading →

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Anthemic

Posted on October 21, 2020 by John Biscello

Comfort is a privilege, yet kindness and dignity, charity and compassion, are spirit-given rights and blessings, the seeded marrow and initiative of our soul’s turnings toward unequivocal light.

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Twilight Room of One’s Own

Posted on August 19, 2020 by John Biscello

THE LAST FURIES In this lyrical and speculative mosaic novel, enter the fractured worlds of an actress, playwright, and immortal poet, whose legend and influence create an energetic web, equal parts love triangle and haunted house of mirrors. At the … Continue reading →

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