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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.

Glaze

Solitude waxing blankly in the company of words— Moon’s forecast: warm, gospel, and fuzzy.

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Vigil

Clouds, fleecy in glaring mass, softly, softly, the words tender themselves to silence in passing.

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Compass

It could be called Variations on Love, how we find each other again and again, in different modes and phases, nearness teased out of growth’s grinning desire to story and multiply, to bring lives into exquisite sync and pulse— This, … Continue reading →

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Enclosure

Her body, her body breaking in time, a vivid stutter and scratch, repeated in my mind’s amateur attempts to braid or grasp what amounts to sand in wind— Life, oh life, a series of manic shutters and twitches, threaded to … Continue reading →

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May-Day

(Buon compleanno, Nonna Maggio!) As a wounded bird,forever hesitant in flight and gamble,a parable unto your own tender cause,your eyes gave watery wayto a trilling warble,a brave and weary tunethat spoke soundly of hearts breakinginto smiles,never too soonor wasted. (Mat … Continue reading →

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Hymn

In her body, her body, repeatable as scorch and given grail, I come blindly into words, so many words, a stunning slate of Braille and seductive run-on— my fingers, dodo in their impossible flights, stutter and fail to reach the … Continue reading →

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Pub Day

Hola, community far and wide, I wanted to share the news that my sixth novel, No One Dreams in Color, has officially been released (April 14). Thank you to Unsolicited Press for playing the role of caring midwife in helping to … Continue reading →

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Fante and Bandini

Buon compleanno, John Fante (April 8th) Inferiority might have been your first memory. Though you were born on American soil, stubbornly planted there, the chinked chains of immigration clanked and rattled, Marley-style, tightening round your throat, as you butted your … Continue reading →

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Time Tracks

Thank you Cristina Deptula for this advance review of No One Dreams in Color appearing in Synchronized Chaos, an “interdisciplinary journal of art, culture, science, music, and literature.” Read the full review here.

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Haunt

“Lucy said that Havana was one of her favorite haunts. I found it oddly touching that she had used the word haunt. Outside, a cold rain was falling, which made me feel like a real detective. Or rather, like a … Continue reading →

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