Tag Archives: writing

Chronicles

Posted on May 13, 2026 by John Biscello

What is it we’ve done? What is it you’ve done? Mark it down. Make an inventory of jottings that concretize and confirm your fleeting form of being. How did you wake? What was it like sleeping? These happenings these adventures … Continue reading →

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Monkeys

Posted on May 12, 2026 by John Biscello

Monkeys in a dark room, the darkness reeking of lice and mold, the only light coming from the beaconing cherry glow of the cigarettes sticking out of the monkeys’ humpty-hump mouths, typewriters thrill the silence with cacophonous clacking, each and … Continue reading →

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Ego and Process

Posted on March 23, 2026 by John Biscello

This is a conversation between the publisher of Lost Telegram Press and two of its signed authors; John Biscello, who had his novel The Last Furies published in the fall of 2025 and Steven Mayoff who’s book At The Mercy … Continue reading →

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Words and Silence

Posted on March 20, 2026 by John Biscello

I write longhand because I feel as if I am skipping an essential step in the process if I go straight to typing up the work. Is it better that I write longhand? Does that make the work truer? More … Continue reading →

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Not I

Posted on March 20, 2026 by John Biscello

Before this goes any further, allow me to come clean: I have never written a single line in my life. At least not creatively. I wouldn’t know how. Not knowing how is one of my specialties. It is my fool, … Continue reading →

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Way Station

Posted on December 19, 2025 by John Biscello

   I am waiting. There I am, see me, waiting on the train station platform. I am waiting for my train. It is a specific train that I am waiting for. When a train begins pulling into the station, I … Continue reading →

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Matroyshka

Posted on December 16, 2025 by John Biscello

   He often reflected, while writing, upon himself, writing: reflecting another. Who he was, who he was not. Absence and presence locked in intimate simultaneity, a cogent pairing. Who is this Other, writing? And does he reflect upon me? Why … Continue reading →

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The Last Word podcast

Posted on December 11, 2025 by John Biscello

“Fascinating insights into the ‘storied and wild mind’ of author, playwright, poet and performer John Biscello with his latest book The Last Furies. Our far-ranging conversation takes us from his home in the “grunge-wonderland” of Taos to lands of fables … Continue reading →

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City Lights

Posted on December 11, 2025 by John Biscello

   There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something’s happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue.    Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading →

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The Last Word

Posted on December 9, 2025 by John Biscello

It was a treat getting to chat with Carly Newfeld on the Last Word podcast (KSFR, Santa Fe Public Radio), as we talked about wild mind, inspiration, the richness of solitude and silence, and my new novel, The Last Furies, … Continue reading →

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