Tag Archives: what dreams may come

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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Rising

Posted on June 19, 2020 by John Biscello

Dreams, undeferred, coupled with Hope, that thing unfettered, to keep us company and warm our solitude, as we stumble bravely through a long night’s journey into the bated gospel of days rising to claim us.

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Floodlights

Posted on June 7, 2020 by John Biscello

We are the keepers of the sacred fire, the shapeshifters and purveyors of starstuff undivided, We, tending to flocks of light and clouds, understand that, come rain or come shine, the founting marvels from God’s lips, and breadth, are a … Continue reading →

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