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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.

The Source

Posted on May 12, 2019 by John Biscello

Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters and sons; they go, infused with … Continue reading →

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Ray Bradbury Presents…

Posted on May 6, 2019 by John Biscello

Time and again inventing wings on the way down and in Ray lived according to Imagination’s standard and grinned while risking it all on the first and last word.

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Nine Lives Minus One

Posted on May 6, 2019 by John Biscello

For its last supper the cat asked for a cupcake– Christ, look at that flame!   (Artwork by Conrad Cooper)    

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Paradise Found

Posted on May 6, 2019 by John Biscello

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

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Radiance Do Dance

Posted on May 6, 2019 by John Biscello

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

Posted on May 5, 2019 by John Biscello

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

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Classic Equation

Posted on May 5, 2019 by John Biscello

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

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Fear and Loathing in Golgotha

Posted on May 1, 2019 by John Biscello

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

Posted on May 1, 2019 by John Biscello

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

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The Way We Were

Posted on May 1, 2019 by John Biscello

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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