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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.

Buddha’s Ninth Life

Posted on August 2, 2018 by John Biscello

Fasting on patience, the cat became enlightened– No reason to leap.

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How Stones Love

Posted on August 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Almost as if the stones, a bundle of prehistoric easter eggs,  and petrified sweeps and flourishes of gondoliering motion, were modeling poetry, an implacable ode and incalculable sonnet to the sea, whose flagrant tempest, bound to strict meter, abrades the … Continue reading →

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Orpheus in Mexico

Posted on August 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Wherever there is a time-scarred stone stairwell, there is the wandersick soul of Orpheus, forever walking backwards in search of his Eurydice, her heart the lost season in a hell of imagined distance.

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It’s All Greek to Me

Posted on August 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Katabasis, Greek for downgoing or descent– Orpheus, evinced.

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Cinemagical

Posted on July 31, 2018 by John Biscello

Running everywhere, wildly, excited to fill his bucket with moonlight, the young, eager disicple turned to his mentor and said, with a crushing sense of zealous overwhelm– But it’s everywhere! So so much yet none of it stays in the … Continue reading →

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Turning

Posted on July 31, 2018 by John Biscello

After the deluge of pink, new rain softens earth– something’s got to give.

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Sweet & Lowdown

Posted on July 31, 2018 by John Biscello

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”–Oscar Wilde In the beginning, guttersongs carved from starstuff– we got down with gods.

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Cinema

Posted on July 31, 2018 by John Biscello

In a starless sky, night hastens to remind us– Ghosts pass softly, fade.

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Blowtorch Song

Posted on July 31, 2018 by John Biscello

Sometimes I feel like a child who, recruited for catalytic growth, has been given a blowtorch to raze and plant the greenest seeds in a plot of earth, overlooking a bluff, where the silver-tongued sea meets immutable stone.  

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Fourteenth Night

Posted on July 29, 2018 by John Biscello

When the gospel bites at your bones your skeleton dances the charged, hidden keys, and if music be the flood of soul, play on, as if dawn’s banquet were a set course.  

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