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.

Center of Nowhere

Posted on December 12, 2018 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn: I come from nowhere Daniel, and nowhere is the exact center of the world. Isn’t that exciting?    I agreed with Anya that it was, even though I wasn’t sure what she meant. And I … Continue reading →

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Her Body and Other Parties

Posted on December 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Review of Carmen Maria Machado’s exceptional collection of stories: Her Body and Other Parties. “Imagine, now, an episode of Black Mirror, in which the female-body-as-haunted-house is the prime subject, a corporeal metaphor undergoing a cinematic vivisection. A symphonic series of camera … Continue reading →

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Radio Ga-Ga

Posted on December 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Radio interview on Cultural Energy, revolving around Nocturne Variations, the writing life, youth, Taos, Brooklyn, and other assorted ramblings. (Show is listed as a link under December programs).

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Light

Posted on December 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Leave your favorite mug out in the sun for several hours. Bring the mug back inside and sit on your favorite chair as you drink the light that has collected inside the mug. Feel your stomach glowing, and tell yourself—I … Continue reading →

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Games

Posted on December 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Ask a tree to play hopscotch with you. Ask a stone to jump-rope with you. Ask a blade of grass to tickle you until it hurts. Ask a bird to help you remember how to fly. Ask a child for … Continue reading →

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Clouds

Posted on December 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Stare at the clouds. Imagine yourself a raindrop that has lost its way, a liquid earthbound orphan seeking a return to the woolen prayerbeds of cloud country. Abolish distance, and know that you are already there.

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Wonder

Posted on December 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Ask a child, any child, what the difference is between Monday and Thursday? No matter how they respond, look them in the eyes and tell them how wonderful they are.

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Paper

Posted on December 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Place a piece of blank white paper on a smooth hard surface. Fill a glass of water. Drink half the water, pour the other half onto the paper. Savor the design it makes. Get matches. Light a match. Burn the … Continue reading →

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Puddle

Posted on December 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Find a puddle after a rainstorm. Close your eyes and dream yourself as a six-yr-old dreaming yourself as a magnificent and shimmering work of art. Or as a happy goldfish. Whether as shimmering art, or happy goldfish, open your eyes, … Continue reading →

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Bubbles

Posted on December 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Imagine an old wooden bathtub filled with rainbow bubbles set in the middle of a grassy meadow on a sunlovely day. Imagine that you are one of the bubbles. Feel the colors coursing through you, feel the sun warming your … Continue reading →

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