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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.

Salome’s Turrets

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

Gardens grow ruptures and bisected shoots of tease and envy too you know. Do not place the malformed under a glass jar, do not treat fractures with tourniquets, myrrh and silence, do not judge a moth by its sister’s wings … Continue reading →

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The Brides

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

Winter grows its own brides, penitent, forlorn, pining to wed a warm draft of air, a silking furl of yellow, before systemic freeze slows desire to a limnal peck.   (Image: CocoRosie)

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Stones

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

A poem inspired by Yoko Ono’s “Cleaning Piece.” At the carnival I was most intrigued by the stone-swallower. A waifish bronze-skinned lady with dark hair, plaited, and slender fingers. I was rapt, watching the way she carefully arranged the stones … Continue reading →

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Chinaski and Me

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

It came down to this– a bloodlet and a singed tongue, salting seeds of fate.  

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Ray Carver

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Word by stringent word, you gave us breathing lessons– grace near to pauses.    

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Traveling Light

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

The lot of the fool– a fresh bouquet of flowers delivered too late.    

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Buster’s Blues

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

At the fool’s margins, ceremony gives due pause for a life well-worn.  

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Breeze

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Modeling a breeze, exultancy became her, wave by breaking wave.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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First Course

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Awakened, by the sound of light, revelations began feeding her from roots down to sky.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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As Modeled by Bjork

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Hands, the conduits through which dignity raptures the movement of prayers.

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