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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.

In Stars

Behind starry veils, embers crackle blue and gold– You were there, dancing.

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Winter

Dreamed: wine-dark roses blooming in early winter– Grief, subject to change.

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Vertigo, Uncut

He understood that to unhook stars you sometimes had to stand on tall buildings. Really tall buildings. Vertigo was reflected back to him, bigtime.  

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Game of Chance

He had searched high and low, mostly low, but he knew his fate waited somewhere between a wrong number and an empty glass. He squeezed his lucky rabbit’s foot before entering.

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Bike Rally

At childhood’s wild edge, play as the sacred totem– No license required.

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Hansel’s Primal Urges

A house in the woods, rumors of a shapely witch– The risk of foreplay.

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Confidentially Speaking

Who, what, where and when, stories love lighted windows at night, plot thickens.

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A Theater Near You

Angels sacrifice the molten blood of their light to make still life films.

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The Human Chronicles

How reassuring to know that this scene, this Martian postcard of halcyon rupture, of phoenixes rapturing in legion, lives inside of us, the history and legacy of our cells functioning as projectors through which eternal dreamstock engages the audience of … Continue reading

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Scenes from a Marriage

Sometimes, when lucky, you can catch the process of creation, its cinemagical flux, in the sundered middle of scene changes.

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