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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.

Crush

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

There was pillowtalk in her eyes, underscored by her mouth’s bated languour; Sundays curled in her lap with feline ease, slow jazz dreams on holiday, whiskered softly between her thighs and pinkest belly; she wanted nothing to do with volume … Continue reading →

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Bare

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

She cried, guttural, the slit in her pillowcase harboring years of unheld yesses and scented missives; find me here, destitute, sunproofed, the girl of bare knees and forgotten dreams.

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Tread Softly

Posted on June 25, 2018 by John Biscello

I like them damaged, closer to real, the marrow in the blue void that seals hymns airtight, narrow interior dancing the hips and thighs to the gospel according to arson, the smolder and bake of flame-twisted wicks, I like where … Continue reading →

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The Gospel According to Ice Cream

Posted on June 25, 2018 by John Biscello

Perfection, this life’s greatest untruth and maligner, see how ice cream summer-melts and runs like happy magma down the ridged wonders of a waffle cone clutched by a child like an edible prayer destined to disappear, one bite at a … Continue reading →

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Intergalactica

Posted on June 25, 2018 by John Biscello

It is impossible to live up to the lyrical, its angelmarked bendings of antenna, and sonic proofs, to nestle in the hollows of pitch, half-bird, half-wraith, attempting the almighty bait and switch, to con the heavens into granting you a … Continue reading →

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Ode to West Wind II

Posted on June 21, 2018 by John Biscello

History, written by the wingless, selling secondhand feathers to falsify flight’s truest course; turn a sharp eye to the sun, Birds of Paradise, arc, plein air, to claim in transit the legends of west wind.

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Girl and the Moon

Posted on June 21, 2018 by John Biscello

There is the snake and there is the amen and perhaps there’s not really much difference between the two. Like you, and the moon, and how my longing bleeds a fugitive overlap, i.e, where exactly does the queenly orb of … Continue reading →

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Dawnsong, or William Blake 5.0

Posted on June 20, 2018 by John Biscello

We are the mythmakers and shapeshifters, the water threads unraveling foam under the bridge that knows its lofty tether to sky as part of ancestral bind and the dead honed to be risen; we, the Drummer’s flat, furied palms seeding … Continue reading →

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Devotional

Posted on June 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading →

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Sate

Posted on June 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Excepting the lines, a sated merger, bonding human to divine.   (Constantin Brancusi’s “Kiss”)    

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