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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; 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 plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.

New York Noir

Two more from Anthony Distefano’s “street scene” series.  

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Light Becomes Her

There was never going to be any show, she knew that. Yet she fed on the light to counteract an unappeasable hunger, to star where the emptiness reamed darkest.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Sight-Line

After watching the bruised legacy of her childhood pass her by out of the corner of her eye, she had developed an astigmatism which, in effect, bred her glaring suspicion of distance, and violent need of its diffuse edges.   … Continue reading →

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The Movie You Didn’t See

Superimposed onto a world which left her mute, wondering how and why, she sought out a base template through which her blues could be projected from a distance softly near to sublime.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)    

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The Soloist

Kettled by mass and slow-building infinity solitude begs nothing of stone and receives a woman through to which to flesh out its lasting hymn and testament.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Under Pressure

As the steps narrowed toward a terrible totemic infinity she realized that foreboding hailed from a gothic lineage backlit by a fathomless source.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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New York, I Love You

Recent series of city-haunted photos by street photographer, Anthony Distefano.  

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Turn Signal

The hidden symmetry in going is that its patterns don’t reveal themselves until hindsight fans out  and clarifies the marvels of letting and perspective.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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A Question of Who

It was only now, after the split had occurred, that his exact words returned to the surface— I am in love with the aesthetics of your sorrow— and this makes you wonder how much of you he saw, how much … Continue reading →

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Cloak and Dagger

Some shadows become women when no one is looking. Consider it the residual alchemy of fallout and mortal longing.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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