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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.

Panoply

Posted on July 10, 2019 by John Biscello

Consternation, from multiple perspectives— Someone must decide.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Dusting

Posted on July 10, 2019 by John Biscello

You don’t know where the nights go, what apparitions with monstrous appetites do the swallowing. It is a mystery, soundless, unsigned. But what remained in the whorish glare of daytime were all the undigested bits, the flesh creeping with prickly … Continue reading →

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Following

Posted on July 10, 2019 by John Biscello

To become a vagrant to the territory of one’s own self, requires the right kind of corridor, an elliptical sense of fugue, and footfalls which softly echo a stalker’s unmitigated pursuit.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Ballad of the Cuckoos

Posted on July 9, 2019 by John Biscello

Our little-cuckoo-that-could is beginning to stir its wings. The pre-launch page for our Indiegogo campaign, which will launch in September, is now live. Please visit the page and subscribe to our email list (it’s free and easy) and follow the … Continue reading →

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Traces

Posted on July 9, 2019 by John Biscello

The letters ran together, a blur, and vicious assembly, which forced her to comprehend  an absence, with no prints to register.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Under and Above

Posted on July 9, 2019 by John Biscello

As a child, they had tried to scare her with stories of Jaws, and other undersea dangers. Her mother wanted her to be safe, which meant keeping her as close to shore as possible. Now, out there, alone, bobbing, she … Continue reading →

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Folds

Posted on July 9, 2019 by John Biscello

Backlit to claim form, the shadow slipped over her and bared its longing.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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At Present

Posted on July 9, 2019 by John Biscello

Everything dissolved anyway, was how she consoled herself. She would do something, she would plant yellow daisies in the garden first thing tomorrow morning, yellow seemed appropriate, yes, even though the idea of morning seemed far-off and left her feeling … Continue reading →

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Against the Grain

Posted on July 7, 2019 by John Biscello

Two things clawed at her mind— this was no way for a brain to behave, and why couldn’t she remember the fucking mantra, it was designed to help and she sure as shit had paid enough for it. As she … Continue reading →

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Cabin Fever

Posted on July 7, 2019 by John Biscello

A getaway, he had reasoned brightly, it will be good for us, give us a chance to reconnect. Why did everything he said always sound perfectly rehearsed, a conviction born of rote directive? Was it the way he spoke, the … Continue reading →

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