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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.

Uncover Girl

Full cover spread of Nocturne Variations, coming this November.

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Veils

Veils thin, and purple, to reveal those between worlds– Do not be so sure.

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Apparitional

Trudging through fresh dusk, apparitions leave no prints– twilight becomes them.

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Scarring

There are stories, chanced to be heard in silent scars– listen with your eyes.

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Hemingway in Mexico

Papa Hemingway, gone to pot in Mexico– to have and have not.

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Hotel Story

Where she fell in love, a red-lettered memory of palms holding sun.

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Haunt

Even last call could not keep the dead away from their favorite haunt.

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Ghost Story

Running on empty every voice wondered where its body had gone.

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Pitch

The cave witch’s broom, flares–All those who enter here shall know nightmare’s pitch.

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Witness

Inspiration, when two worlds converge, unplanned, and you serve as witness.

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