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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.

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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The Girl of My Stars

Posted on June 29, 2019 by John Biscello

I practice my grief, I refine it, for when you are gone, for when I am gone— my love for you is reachless, meaning for so many years I carried vagrant distances within me, or they carried me, bated and … Continue reading →

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Reel Time

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

Where was I then, or better yet, who? All night long I listen to the edges of old photographs brushing against the delicate contours of memory, and thank god for windows and doors.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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On Spec

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

Consider the script– Girl, unmade by past trauma, sees angels, and yields.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Mirror Mirror

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

The woman, fronting a fable, wondered– Am I the cause, or the effect? No answer forthcoming, she considered splitting, before she turned her back on herself and left.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Wide Angle

Posted on June 27, 2019 by John Biscello

The waiting wasn’t anything new. It was the open spaces, the promise of breathing room, which was eerily unfamiliar. She catalogued what she had packed, and what she had left behind,. while assuming the burden of distance to match the … Continue reading →

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Living Room

Posted on June 27, 2019 by John Biscello

It had become a question of values, and proper arrangement. She had burned with a nightly longing to know the deathly stillness of essential props, as if life was in the market for high-end interior models to place first.   … Continue reading →

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