Author Archives: John Biscello

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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.

Broken Land

Posted on June 12, 2018 by John Biscello

The new edition of my first novel, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, is now available for preorder (Unsolicited Press), in anticipation of its official relaunch. ABOUT: A spectral, existential noir set against the aging irons of Coney Island and old guard lions … Continue reading →

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Piracy

Posted on June 11, 2018 by John Biscello

To dig nails into the ciphered history of her skin, unmapped, to take a pirate’s tack in plundering the source of her sap and scent, flagged on the bare teeth of wolves wind.  

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Recording Live

Posted on June 11, 2018 by John Biscello

To abide, faithfully, the recording angel on my shoulder, to dream, trebled, with eyes and ears open, glass pressed against the thin, plasmic veil separating one world from the next, a straddler and eavesdropper, since Childhood, on behalf of a … Continue reading →

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Forecast

Posted on June 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Ask the divine wordless forecast, ask the motherless child staring off into the distance as she sails a paper airplane out the opened window.

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Beginner’s Heart

Posted on June 9, 2018 by John Biscello

I have spent so many years detailing and outlining and mapping out fractures, a pirate osteopath with a cartographer’s bent, and now, galvanizing a mutiny meant to take me out into uncharted waters, I see, beyond my terror of the … Continue reading →

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Ferally Yours

Posted on June 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Take your own pulse, and manic rave, to the wilds springing new weather, vigorous sync-up to the unknown, where pagan gospel will re-seed feral beginnings.

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Ch-Ch-Changes

Posted on June 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Note to metamorphosizing self: every cocoon quivers and trembles, every process of change brings with it a new set of keys, and claims, every slumber implicitly contains the charge of wakefulness, and every grief minnows within a sea of holy … Continue reading →

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Prehistoric You

Posted on June 7, 2018 by John Biscello

There is, perhaps, nothing truer than the myth of one’s own innerlife, a revolution, rapt and lidless, the carnivalesque autobiography of spirit, endlessly turning upon, and twinning within, the Soul’s vanguard and prehistory, unsigned.

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Tend

Posted on June 7, 2018 by John Biscello

To be given over, again and again, to amen, upon this earth, to bind renewal, through wonder tended, by savor’s witness.

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Soulfeed

Posted on June 7, 2018 by John Biscello

You are here, she said, to take a tentative chance on the infinite, to teethe, lovingly, on the numinous zipper of a star or two, to gamble away innocence with a fortune teller’s palm, grinning stigmata, and not a single … Continue reading →

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