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.

Nocturne’s Day in the Sun

Posted on November 30, 2018 by John Biscello

My third novel, Nocturne Variations, has officially released and is now available through Amazon and other outlets. For those who read the book, reviews posted on Amazon, Goodreads, Barnes & Noble, and other sites are always deeply appreciated and help “the literary … Continue reading →

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Request

Posted on November 29, 2018 by John Biscello

When I splinter, and I know I will, blow gently upon the shavings and dust, and perhaps, if you are compelled, trace a line or two, an abstract doodle, into the finite grains of my asymmetry, and in honoring your … Continue reading →

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The Wonder Years

Posted on November 29, 2018 by John Biscello

There is no cure, no failsafe remedy that can be bought and sold, bargained or commissioned, from without– You must become first best mate to your own soul, and you, like the voyage, may find a course aligned to the … Continue reading →

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Hello, Goodbye

Posted on November 28, 2018 by John Biscello

The day she traded her worn cross for a feather the air kissed the light.

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It’s a Wonderful Life: An Anthology

Posted on November 28, 2018 by John Biscello

My holiest intent is to do my best to enjoy the hell out of this specific incarnation, its quirks and foibles, challenges and riches, as I fully invest in playing John Biscello for a short while, before identity melts and … Continue reading →

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What We Talk About When We Talk About Fire

Posted on November 28, 2018 by John Biscello

By carnal I mean tearing pulpy flesh from the moon dipping it in kersosene then the match the fire between your legs as the sound of sirens thrill and enlighten us to the possibilites that A) We will be saved … Continue reading →

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Satyr’s Dreamlife

Posted on November 27, 2018 by John Biscello

Even with ten thousand electric tongues I could not have reached that one spot, that pinking chamber and embedded source of ache which reminded me time and again of my own intimate relationship to distance, and how I’d binge on … Continue reading →

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Marvel Universe

Posted on November 27, 2018 by John Biscello

There is a level of insistence, a shivering drumbeat, that comes with being who you are, exactly, upon this earth, fractures and all. It is the very bones of existential jazz, its jonesing and felicity, and the greatest most supple … Continue reading →

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The Gospel According to Skin

Posted on November 27, 2018 by John Biscello

Today I woke to the pulsing ribbed memory of that night you wore nothing except a knotted bodice of white flags, and my mouth, prey to your body’s religion, submitted gospel as a savage flagrant reform to amen.

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Every Breath You Take, the Remix

Posted on November 26, 2018 by John Biscello

By revolving gradations of blue I have loved you, have sunken to airless depths trying to breathe you in, every dammed bubble sealing the green of memory in a small forever place where cherish is softened by reams of fading … Continue reading →

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