Author Archives: John Biscello

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.

Enigma

Posted on April 12, 2020 by John Biscello

How to live patiently, in praise of mysterious drift, the questions burning dark in your heart, stolen keys fitted to foreign locks; you, spy and thief to your own drama, holding shadows to high standards, must abide with fierce intent, … Continue reading →

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Losing my Religion

Posted on April 11, 2020 by John Biscello

Religion of rain, I prayed to get wet, and then entered her slowly.

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Purls

Posted on April 11, 2020 by John Biscello

I became a bird, just to see about the clouds— Rain, purling wet want.

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Mystic

Posted on April 11, 2020 by John Biscello

Into the mystic, this life, the skin of dreaming— To break, and enter.

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The Inheritors

Posted on April 10, 2020 by John Biscello

The weight of the world does not belong on your shoulders, my sons and daughters; square yourself to the sun’s slow-poured thimbles of light, as the presence of wings, warmed, grows where you were held back to forge seedless burdens … Continue reading →

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Quill

Posted on April 10, 2020 by John Biscello

Within the unbearable lightness of love’s proofed labor, a single feather pen, producing words that sing, traceless, and move worlds to shake and reckon. (Image by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Posted on April 9, 2020 by John Biscello

Breathing in, this holy seethe, an etheric reflux of fierce fire and starlight, which has kept me in tow and fasting thrall to my dreams for as long as I can remember. When I was a budding young sorcerer, new … Continue reading →