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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.

Breathing Lessons

Posted on July 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Goggles refract light was the first lesson she learned. How to breathe underwater with no apparatus was the second which enabled a lucid surrogate life below the surface.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Wisp

Posted on July 25, 2019 by John Biscello

She believed there was a place for her,  a venerated quarry, or wedge of corner, somewhere that wouldn’t be overlooked by the gossamer sentience of light falling.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Dusk to Dusk

Posted on July 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Cased in lucid glare she modeled herself as a pin-up sacrifice to the ribbed shadows that dyed her silence.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Devils in Daylight

Posted on July 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Review of Junichiro Tanizaki’s Devils in Daylight appearing in Riot Material. “I would call back at least for literature this world of shadows we are losing. In the mansion called literature I would have the eaves deep and the walls dark, … Continue reading →

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Holy Night

Posted on July 24, 2019 by John Biscello

It began, innocently, with the allure of velvet-dark and musky incense, then it became something else, or she did, a girl with a ribbed dream-life, in which she and God found each other, spread severely thin upon the wetted meshes … Continue reading →

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Somewhere

Posted on July 24, 2019 by John Biscello

Chafing, with matted scales of light, became the cinematic measures by which her solitude was visaged and defined.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Current

Posted on July 24, 2019 by John Biscello

There is a tiredness which sleep cannot cure; there is a life, undimmed, surging unprotected beyond these walls.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)    

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Caligari’s Bride

Posted on July 24, 2019 by John Biscello

It was a wrong turn, modeling a cobbled geography of hell, that led her down and away from the sorceress she had been once upon a time in someone else’s kingdom of rape and vampires.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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This Century or Next

Posted on July 23, 2019 by John Biscello

Perhaps, in a hundred years, none of this would matter— the man across the street would just be a man and not her husband holding hands with that bitch from 5-C who had the nerve to knock on their door … Continue reading →

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Crosswalk

Posted on July 23, 2019 by John Biscello

There was a staggered repeatability to her days which she counted upon for a semblance of security and rightness, so you can imagine her surprise when she looked across the street and saw a woman identical to herself, same head … Continue reading →

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