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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.

Parcel

Dreams washed up on shore, all part of Beauty’s parcel, to move us, then fade.

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Kite

If I were a kite, and you a cloud, I’d milk wind for a stolen kiss.

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Genius

The sea, as alchemist, storyteller, artist, and instant mythmaker all rolled into one, has no equal. Here we find an abstract shoreline flower, whipped up from silt and minerals and other Neptunal residue, and bearing a wellplaced stoneface of magnetic … Continue reading →

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Wavelength

Michelangelo met Neptune, and they sculpted on the same wavelength.

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Gauge

The sun, like a brandied dream, slips away beneath the world’s ending, or beginning, same difference, by the sea’s ancient gauge and meter.

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Tracks

Life’s fast tracking shots, no impressions are lasting– Gull’s far-off screeching.

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Seer

Borges, the blind seer, man of many labyrinths, at dawn’s edge, a flare.

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Cradle

Every cradle begs of its dark a stairway to star grief and love.

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Juliet in Purple

In the purple gloam, stone terrace mourns the loss of Juliet’s nightcalls.

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Disco

Plum fresco at dusk. Shaghaired totems chill and wait. There will be dancing.

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