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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.

The Games We Play

We played hide and seek as if children on the edge– I found you, and wept.

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In Our Solitude

Poor resignation, accruing beatific quiet for the meek.   (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)    

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Pilgrimage

Sometimes you’ve got to walk alone through the desert to know your true place among the company of stars.

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Neighborhood

Footfalls echoing upon cold, comforting stone– the scent of warm bread.   (Artwork by Maurice Utrillo)

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The Sisters

Bearing the burden of beauty and mysterious growth the sisters kept themselves aloft and separated from a world with mostly closed doors and severely cramped imagination.   (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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Smoke

Mortal ponderance– Where did the time go this time? Smoke favors silence.   (Photo by Josef Sudek)  

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Apple

The apple doesn’t beg to be loved, it keeps still, appling to the utmost, as rain and sunlight seep into the gravity of its core.   (Photo by Josef Sudek)

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Once Removed

Estranged, yet aloft, in a world her vision sculpts– Adulthood far off.   (Photo by Josef Sudek)    

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Typeface

This machine kills the seeds of fascism by establishing ritualized patterns of beauty and delicate order, its lines level the playing field with utmost mercy and precision– Hurry Now, Act Quickly, and type your heart out, and we’ll throw in … Continue reading →

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Dominion

Living becomes a habit, a surging one that’s hard to break. But death, its sworn mate with the notorious reputation, always lurks beneath, a husking catalyst bent on dreamless repose, and the pooling of changes to seed the furtherance of … Continue reading →

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