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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.

No Looking Back

Posted on June 26, 2019 by John Biscello

It had been a long hard winter. Discontent brewed and bubbled like witches tits in a seething cauldron. She had decided once and for all to fuck spring right between the eyes with the last of her husband’s whittled pride. … Continue reading →

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Curiouser and Curiouser

Posted on June 26, 2019 by John Biscello

Letter from Wonderland– Dear Miss So-and-So, Your husband injured himself chasing a young girl in fuzzy pink rabbit ears down a dark narrow hole. Do not expect him home any time soon. Yours Truly, A Secret Admirer.   (Photo by … Continue reading →

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Homesick

Posted on June 25, 2019 by John Biscello

It had been a night to forget, many were. She blamed the moon, because it was there, a mocking bauble belonging to someone else’s idea of munificent and festive. The scraping at the back of her brain would stop any … Continue reading →

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Still of the Night

Posted on June 25, 2019 by John Biscello

She thought about it at least once every night. What it would be like if he wasn’t there, if she, with delicate blankness befitting a housewife, mixed his cocktail in a new way, a different way, just once, then watched … Continue reading →

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Cindy and Cindy

Posted on June 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Rapt fascination– when the enigmatic meets the readily apparent in an effort to fashion and sustain identity from the lore of diminishing returns.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Watchful

Posted on June 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Sometimes it goes without saying– a woman’s loss teased into vertical symmetry as memory assails from a lighted distance.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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What Did I Miss?

Posted on June 24, 2019 by John Biscello

Fall in the city. A building offers the glyphic runes of a tectonic language in relief that goes unnoticed by the woman who has just seen her lover listening to another woman closely.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Lighting Scheme

Posted on June 24, 2019 by John Biscello

Illuminated, but with razors, the shadow found a face to give its cinematic debut a twist on types fitted to escape plans in small, forgotten rooms.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Fall in the City

Posted on June 24, 2019 by John Biscello

There were too many pieces to the puzzle, too many keen faults in the symmetry. She locked eyes with the darkened window of the building across the street, and when vertigo took the elevator down to meet her where she … Continue reading →

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Neverending

Posted on June 18, 2019 by John Biscello

An epic fable, resounded by the wind’s score– Stories, sown from lore.

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