About John Biscello
Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001.
He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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So beautiful, I think I like when you write about women. 🤔 haha
But you do so amazingly and tenderly, just as if you adore them and see the inner softness as untouched and pure. I love it
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Thanks, Woman-Friend and She of the Female Breedfolk. Yea, definitely a tribute to softness and purity and sacred femaleness, and also a dialogue and correspondence with my own inner-women and femaleness, touching upon my own gummy-soft-center, dig 😉
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Well. Maybe I dig although I admit to being slightly confused. However that’s a normal state of being so, 🤷♀️
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Remember, sometimes I say, “dig,” and you then straightforwardly confess that you’re “confused” though you echo “dig,” and then I will go on to say that sometimes I confuse myself … but to simplify: yes, I adore femaleness in women, and as a creative force 😉
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I remember. 🙂
It was the pondering of Johns inner womanhood and how far it might extend that was the befuddler.
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Well, to put it straight (pun perhaps semi-intended): I simply think that many different peoples, characters, and energies live within us, that “I” house an old lady with wooden teeth and parakeets, as well as a six-year-old tyrant who wants to destroy sandcastles, and yes, there’s even room for a cross-dressing soldier with Asshat Syndrome and Oedipal Fixations up the wazoo. Dig, E.C. to the nth degree? 🙂
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I believe I taught you a new word 🤔
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You did! And you see how I fixate on things, and have to use em up and squeeze all the juice out of em. Like today, for instance, the feel is one of “lava” and so I’m lavanating, with terms like molten and magma. It’s obsession with playfulness at the heart of it 🙂
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You use word up?
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Do you mean do I use the term, “Word up,” like how we used to sling-slang round in the 80s?
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you mean stuff that happening in the 1900’s?
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Yes, exactly, we used to churn butter, dream of a single-propellor machine that could fly through the air, and walk around saying “Word Up” to our neighbors. Ah, those were the days!
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I might actually make my own butter.
But I thought That originated in the 2000s when healthy bodies actually became a thing. 🤔 huh, so butter didn’t always come from the grocery store?
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Yes, now that I think about it, you’re right, butter started with the Millennials and healthy body craze. Grocery store … is that where you buy condoms and scratch-off tickets?
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I make my own condoms too!
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Butter and condoms, I’m not gonna even touch that one, WAY too easy 🙂
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Yes I would be a very slippery slope. Or climb 🤔
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Or if you meant, do I “use words up,” no, I have passionate, playful, thorny flings with em, knowing them as the celebrated courtesans of my wife, Writing 🙂
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She has a beautiful name
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Yes, beautiful and simple, to the point, not at all confusing. Writing. Whatta woman!
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Not confusing hahah.
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I also have a bigtime Purity obsession. A lapsed Catholic with a purity fixation, go figure 🙂
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Eh, I get that lol
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Or maybe not women, but the female gender
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