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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.

Grayscale

For millennia, a cross that stones bear nobly– mute throughout the din.   (Installation by Yoko Ono)

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This Side of Paradise

Marshaling heaven the keys to the kingdom find writers typing.  

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Worn to Marvel

The old cobbler left behind a pair of shoes– fame became their lot.   (Artwork by Vincent Van Gogh)

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This Way In

There is a holding that patterns its assured grip on a tender charge.

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Cell Service

The reception is terrible up here. Perhaps when electricity is invented things will become clearer?

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Monkey Shines

Feed the trained monkey powdered love and sugar pills– No, he plays for fun.    

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Glint

When all is said and done the horses will continue to run in circles under the sun to the taffied delight and unbridled glee of children who claim their rightful inheritance of joy by the simplest means available.

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Night at the Opera

Is the monkey mind tethered to the man or to the box in which the man keeps his thoughts locked? Music plays, as a tin cup rattles its petition for change, and eveything continues, as is.

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Revolution

Miller on his bike, joy riding through the cosmos– the lore of cycling.   (Photo: Henry Miller and his bike)  

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Window

Withdrawal intends its own wan truth and fading– Twilight becomes her.   (Meshes of the Afternoon, Maya Deren, 1943)

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