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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.

Shackles

Posted on September 13, 2026 by John Biscello

In the waxing syntax of throb, pooling to unseemly levels, making beggars of desire’s taste for excess, we run on and on, sentenced to the gravity of a moon going down in honeyed rivet on a sea’s lush and glistening … Continue reading →

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And So It Goes

Posted on September 13, 2026 by John Biscello

At day’s glaring end, the bough breaks, the cradle falls, the songbird returns, and the dreamer watches it all, idling mutely in neutral to no end.

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Whip

Posted on September 13, 2026 by John Biscello

In bluest votive breath I found her wanting, possessed of enormous capacity to err on the side of sheerest lengths boldly lusted after.

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Sanctum

Posted on September 11, 2026 by John Biscello

In fables of solitude and memory I have grieved softly, sounding outlets through many courses and channels carved. Every escape the way back in barred. In other words don’t confuse leaving with exits. In this room, a single-sourced cell and … Continue reading →

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Burlesque

Posted on September 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as defiant neverland where cryogeny is the norm and no one ever grows up only inward. We bore into ourselves, effects to the cause of a rebellious tease to be stripped.

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Cos and Effect

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

In the gauzy rectum of Memory, perpetrating cosplay in darkened rooms, you encounter, in rounded turns, a shadowed cast of masked strangers and fools, aligned to moving distances closer, and through which rare intimacy is bred to conspire and seduce.

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Reel

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory, eulogies birthed in reverse, seance syncing soundly the cinema of ghosts with real-time revivals rounding to fade.

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Meshes of Twilight

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

She, as in ghosts, as in white-hot incubi with a seductive glassy not there stare that bewitches and allures, bearing melancholy freighted with scraped knees, mirror shards, and broken nails caked and curlicued in dirt. Locked in liminal groove, she … Continue reading →

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Bartleby’s Plight

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as in missives recorded later, or returned in time to a sender who is much older now, much younger, dead. It is case for the head of Bartleby, preferring not, yet continuing to show up for the sake of … Continue reading →

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Real Estate

Posted on September 9, 2026 by John Biscello

There’s something wonderfully laughable and bluntly paranthetical about the ghosts that enclose and become us as if we were squatters on vacation in fallout shelters where rent is permanently waived to make room for a speculative future of sustainable haunting.

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