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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.

We Could Be Heroes

Posted on March 15, 2020 by John Biscello

This Just In: times of duress and crisis need heroes, super or otherwise. Find the one that lives inside you, give her a name, give him a persona or crafted style to claim. And if you feel that you are … Continue reading →

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City of Velvet Fog

Posted on March 11, 2020 by John Biscello

Lamplit alley in the City of Velvet Fog. From The Jackdaw and the Doll.  

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The Shroud

Posted on March 11, 2020 by John Biscello

K’s personal “Boogeyman”: The Shroud. From The Jackdaw and the Doll.    

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The Storyteller

Posted on March 11, 2020 by John Biscello

Page from The Jackdaw and the Doll, a fable I wrote, which is being illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. Inspired by a story about Franz Kafka.    

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This Glowing Yes

Posted on March 2, 2020 by John Biscello

The Fool lay down on his back in the grass and stared at the illuminated cursive pooling of stars in the night-sky and mused— If the entire universe is a functioning example, a play script and concert operating fluidly under … Continue reading →

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The Master and The Fool: An Archer’s Tale

Posted on February 28, 2020 by John Biscello

The accomplished archer, the Master if you will, handed the bow to his initiate, who many referred to as the Fool. The Master pointed at the target, some fifty feet or so away, and instructed the Fool to hit the … Continue reading →

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Sunspots

Posted on February 27, 2020 by John Biscello

Did you catch that latent glimmer out of the corner of your eye, that fugitive spark? Sometimes, a piece of the sun longs to mate with a certain quality of air in such a way that a marvelous and undimming … Continue reading →

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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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