Author Archives: John Biscello

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; 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 plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.

Upstart Scarecrow

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Dietrich in Heaven

Spoken Word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright)

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The Horse’s Mouth

Spoken word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright)

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If Sylvia Plath and L.L. Cool J. Had Gotten Down

  Spoken word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright).

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Wingspan

Winged, we found ourselves baiting spools of thinning air— Ground and us, parting.

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To the Lighthouse

Here it is, finally. A séance for the living, real-time cinema for possessed bones and sad visionless ghosts, who are on the cusp of claiming their spacious reams of empty, and time-locked vagrancy. The door behind the door has never … Continue reading →

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Touch-screen

Am I projecting how cinema becomes us? Screens to mirror touch.

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Film Treatment

Silence, within a dark empty theater, starring you on a blank screen.

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Firewalk with Me

To breathe fire, holy an act of arson bred by your matchless dragon.

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Ascent

Crisped at the edges, gilded wings of the Phoenix fanning flames to rise.

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