Author Archives: John Biscello

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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.

Fred and Ginger’s Step-children

Posted on December 20, 2018 by John Biscello

There is a stunning and original reciprocity that takes place when two people are moved to dance while holding hands with only air beneath their feet.

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No Answers Needed

Posted on December 20, 2018 by John Biscello

What would it be like to immerse fully in glory-be, the phoenix scatting heraldic firewalk bop through a veil of scattered ashes, a sound bath comprising a plasmic cake of purple bubbles and mint slather, what would it be like … Continue reading →

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Impersonally Yours

Posted on December 19, 2018 by John Biscello

The green woman, dressed in fire, came to me again  last night and affirmed– While not taking anything personally is quite a feat for one to accomplish, imagine just imagine a world within where you no longer take yourself personally, … Continue reading →

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Nocturne’s Launch

Posted on December 18, 2018 by John Biscello

So grateful for the gathering of people who became a part of the magical and inspired launch of Nocturne Variations, and in the gracelighted eternal words of the Little Prince: “What is essential is invisible to the eye, it is … Continue reading →

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Can You Dig It?

Posted on December 18, 2018 by John Biscello

So many souls as buried cathedrals yet look closely and even the barest hint of broken spire peeking out from beneath the rubble and tomb-swell will tell you that an elaborate structure of magnificence and wonder is waiting to be … Continue reading →

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What If?

Posted on December 18, 2018 by John Biscello

What is imagination but a continual granting of permission-to-self to free-associate beyond constraints, blockages and moral codes, to bob and float, weave and flow, in a wine-dark sea of dreams, to riff like a muthafucka whose fleabitten firepants are down … Continue reading →

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Boy and Girl

Posted on December 16, 2018 by John Biscello

   I remember the time, Anya, when my mother asked about you and me. I was thirteen. My mother’s sickness was in its early stages. She had already turned the couch in the living-room into her sickbed. She hated lying … Continue reading →

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Timeshare

Posted on December 16, 2018 by John Biscello

It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading →

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Ghostfeed

Posted on December 16, 2018 by John Biscello

It’s tough to always be in love with a ghost. Also it’s easy. The living don’t stand a chance against ghosts. In loving ghosts there are no real complications, no real disappointments, no real anything. There’s lots of teething on … Continue reading →

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Anya Rising

Posted on December 16, 2018 by John Biscello

Except from No Man’s Brooklyn:    I see her rising off the bathroom tiles, toes pointing downward.    I know this is a dream but I also know this actually happened, once, a long time ago.    Except then Anya … Continue reading →

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