Author Archives: John Biscello

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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.

Will There Be Cake?

Posted on February 27, 2020 by John Biscello

Life, a molecular slideshow and Bardo movie set, generating the most epic proofs of art and illusion, where you, as viewer and participant, are invited to enjoy and celebrate ephemera’s transient take on Creation’s never-ending birthday.

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Promissory

Posted on February 26, 2020 by John Biscello

At the commonest altar, a stone is laid. A voice asks you to turn over the stone and find your name. You do as you are told, and then inform the voice that there is no name to be found, … Continue reading →

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Peal

Posted on February 26, 2020 by John Biscello

If, by carnal you mean a song of skin’s peal and riot drumming itself known to light and liquid, and how they congeal as totemic sacrament, then yes, I will take your pulse wherever it leads.

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Middle School

Posted on February 26, 2020 by John Biscello

Sssssh! You can’t tell yourself, but you have a crush on God. Between classes, in the hallway, you see her leaning obliquely against the edge of a wall, books shadowed in the crook of her arm. Your eyes track her … Continue reading →

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Goonies Forever

Posted on February 25, 2020 by John Biscello

Let no one, ever, tell you what your destiny is or isn’t, or allow their criterion to influence and determine your course of being— There is so much you inside you, so much vast, unexplored country which calls for your … Continue reading →

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered

Posted on February 25, 2020 by John Biscello

You can, if you wish, file a million and one embittered complaints to the Universe, but none will bring the strange and mysterious results that a single shred of glimmering gratitude can, its kiss the tenderest seal upon symmetry’s origins.

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Storytelling

Posted on February 24, 2020 by John Biscello

Void is boring, a dull throb. It has no stories to tell. And yet, from the gaping orient of emptiness arises every story imaginable, a turning to peaks and sea-changes galore. It seems, Void is the company we are destined … Continue reading →

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Between Despair and Hope: A Song

Posted on February 24, 2020 by John Biscello

Unnamed, deep, dark, the immaculate root-base from which the muted call to home signals an exile’s longing to claim merger, absolute.

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Starfishing

Posted on February 23, 2020 by John Biscello

In the hazy evening smolder (somewhere there is a fire, sirens sounding alarm) you dream of her as a jellied starfish suctioned to your face until breathing becomes a revised species of flirtation and you relinquish your lips to the … Continue reading →

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Review of Virtuoso

Posted on February 21, 2020 by John Biscello

“But I see my mind’s asleep. Were it to remain wide awake from this point on, we should quickly arrive at the truth, which may well be all around us now (its angels weeping)!” — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell … Continue reading →

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