Author Archives: John Biscello

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.

Lightness

To air is human, to deflate, a mortal rite– no tracks in the sand.

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Pop

Escape from sadness in every breath you take– bouquet of balloons.

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Breakfast with Kafka

I awoke to find I was Holly Golightly– Kafka’s dream, debugged.

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Dateline

Perishable pink, sound of music in flowers– Grace, noted, dates well.

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Reboot

Another Red Dawn or Day of the Living Dead? Shit, old scripts die hard.

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Fur

Runaway model on Heaven’s 7th catwalk– Go to tell, PETA.    

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Little Red

To clearly separate¬†fiction from fact: Little Red ran, not in terror, but to grab an ax from the back of her well-stocked shed– the Wolf, as you can plainly see, never stood a chance against Little Red’s darker twin, Wrath, … Continue reading

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Anne Sexton

  In a ballroom gown, the suicide was delayed– Beauty, will you stay?    

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Entry

You cannot have her, many women in one cloak– split down the middle?    

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Anais’s Verizon Plan

With a diarist’s intimacy and candor, Anais composed her dawnrise text to Henry and then hit SEND, grateful for the fast-flying expedient breath of a cellular technology that had yet to be invented.  

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