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.

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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Waiting for the Punchline

Posted on February 21, 2020 by John Biscello

The mind, locked in Time’s vice-grip, operating as a splicer and instrument of quartering and dissection, as if there really were isolated strips amounting to calendar-flipped years— 1923, 1932, 1974, 1980, 1999— as if Time were somehow real and not … Continue reading →

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The Gospel According to Heart

Posted on February 14, 2020 by John Biscello

Become your own valentine. Carve your initials in the soft yielding bark of your rooted hidden self, dwell there, with choice tenderness swelling the boundaries of your troubadour heart. Become true to your own basking, to the wonder-wheeling molecular bond … Continue reading →

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Self-Love Supreme

Posted on February 14, 2020 by John Biscello

A true valentine crafted by Derek Walcott, titled “Love After Love” The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and … Continue reading →

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