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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.

Historyless Touch

Touch me where I am not, where the fade meets the form, where the furtive scent of glisten perfumes its own root cause and fable, give to me the dirty dinghied secrets of the center, the storied core, which, in … Continue reading

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Dark Matter

It is in the dark, the wild opaque frontier of scent and missive, where the thesis of glimmer bares recognition upon who and how much we are not when touching, the run of love a gradient quicksilver etched in pulsing … Continue reading

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Falling Up

In the necklaced orgy of stars, the molten bandolier, I found one, blatantly cursive and blue-hot, calling to my center of gravity, my throbbing crisis, and I fell in love, purloining the impossible to give the heart its silent crush, … Continue reading

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Hunting Season

Through winter’s icewalk, the heart, a lonely hunter, dares to prey on light.

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Homecoming

The slow, long walk home, across a frozen tundra– The sun smiles, faintly.    

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Holy holy

By turns, the sworn blue tenor of lyric and charge, a few simple words warmed over in holy bask and offered to the close-knit belles and folds of slow-felt darkness, a writer’s pinkish interior gauze to hem the silvery saying … Continue reading

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Odyssey the Remix

You don’t need a ship and exile, or filial fate and distance, to qualify homesickness– the odyssey is a cellular trip, always has been, its bounds limitless, its lyrical content specifically tailored to your individal course and movements, and so … Continue reading

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Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Right now so many of us functioning as cheerleaders in an existential maternity ward showing love and support for our friends and loved ones, for our own tenuous selves, as we rebirth into new forms, as we undergo necessary metamorphoses, … Continue reading

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Candles for Henry Miller

Happy birthday, Henry Miller! “One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.”–H. Miller Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spraypaint their chains rainbow siege … Continue reading

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Calling

The invitation came out of thin, seeding air– Your life needs you, now.

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