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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.

Last Dance

Forever had plans, to waltz in a white ballroom– Somewhere, a wrong turn.   (Artwork by Linda Stojak)

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Who Was She?

In purgatory, the last of the debutantes, adrift, as if dreamed.   (Artwork by Linda Stojak)

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Thickening Plot

The lessons were simple– Never take a bath in fast-drying cement, and never love a man who won’t do your back when everything hardens quickly.   (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Bathwater Blues

I held out my hands, when you asked me to come clean– Sorry for the mess.   (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Perspective

To err, is human; to trust in the light, sublime– Breathing room required.   (Images by Heather Ross)

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Vines

No one said a word, but the house knows the story– The doors remain locked.   (Photo by Heather Ross)    

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Holding Pattern

Even now, it’s vague, how an image claims absence– Looking back, I freeze.   (Photo by Heather Ross)    

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Chet Baker

The fastest road to heaven is also the slowest and most deeply felt– through a glinting horn, paradox waxes and wanes, to give cherish its moving line on grace.

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Moonstruck

Coming attractions– The moon, starring in its own epic tome to film.

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Wishlist

And when the rain comes, so many dreams remembered to wonder, cradled.   (Wish Piece III by Yoko Ono)

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