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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.

Paradise Found

Decisive moment, revised throughout melting years– Love can be stunning.

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Radiance Do Dance

Sometimes it is a breakaway of color, a kaleidoscopic spray and rupture that does the trick in convincing the light to warm your veins and stay a little while longer.   (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)

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Look Closer

Her shadowcalled lips bear the stitches of past love– Kiss at your own risk.

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Classic Equation

A brief history of humbleness through fool’s prey– the meaning of pie.

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Fear and Loathing in Golgotha

Beatitude earned by way of human cruelty– The head count, shameful.   (Film still from The Passion of Joan of Arc)

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Hemingway’s Ghost

Every day and age needs a clean well-lighted place to exact its charms.

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The Way We Were

Something about sap, and scent, and leaving everything behind to avoid death by porcelain, and usher in the right rain in real-time. They had grown sick of being someone else’s decoys engineered to lure in god knows what on a … Continue reading

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Grayscale

For millennia, a cross that stones bear nobly– mute throughout the din.   (Installation by Yoko Ono)

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This Side of Paradise

Marshaling heaven the keys to the kingdom find writers typing.  

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Worn to Marvel

The old cobbler left behind a pair of shoes– fame became their lot.   (Artwork by Vincent Van Gogh)

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