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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.

Set Design

Posted on July 1, 2019 by John Biscello

All the maidens had gone extinct. The debutantes too. She found herself in this place, alone, a Bardo stage set for a film that would never be made about women who scorched revolution into the earth while kneading forgiveness, for … Continue reading →

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Pillow Talk

Posted on July 1, 2019 by John Biscello

Rumpled, with a sense of grave toil, and casual slips of crucial error– Was this what love meant, or did? Could that be all? The woman settled into the shape of her day, and pined for something remote and unspecified, … Continue reading →

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Childhood’s Haunt

Posted on July 1, 2019 by John Biscello

As if in a dream, or mottled gloam, she found herself bailing on the small needy child with grotesquely long tapered fingers, she found herself leaving home to an unmarked plot and its numberless ghosts.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Still Life w/ Cuckoos

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Meet Marilyn and James. Film stills from Ballad of the Cuckoos. Indiegogo campaign launching soon. Stay tuned.  

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Slow Burn

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Out here, things were different. The rough patches felt, if not smoother, then at least manageable. This was also a place where she could check her dreams at the door, and not pay them the kind of mind that always … Continue reading →

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Same As It Ever Was

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

It wasn’t her house, her nightgown, her anything. And the old woman in the sun hat snoring like a phlegmatic breeze— Who was she? Existential hangovers are the worst, she thought to herself, as she tried to piece together hazy … Continue reading →

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One Way or Another

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Amorphic, within a repertory of hints, she claimed his intrigue through a slow pooling of variations on an undisclosed theme.

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Ephemera

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

We are bodies intercepting light, to impress upon this glaring slate of a world the riveting trespass of an outline, soluble in its rapt bidding for love and loss.  

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Shadow Theater

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

A veil, comprised of symmetry and tone, to tease the liminal cover-up of our nothingness, revealed as kin to poem.    

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Tapestry

Posted on June 29, 2019 by John Biscello

Rehearsing the rites of grief, and touched by symmetry, we tailor the sheerest lengths of love, stitch by determined stitch, skeining the lore of fading hours to a most marvelous hitch and letting.    

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