Author Archives: John Biscello

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.

The Rainbow Connection 2020

It truly is staring us right in the face, under our noses— We are the makers of the new myths and shifts in being, We, the shapers of legacy, and dawn’s graced breaking. It is not someone or somewhere else, … Continue reading

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Harmony

We, the people, the portal-jumpers, re-seeding our modes of vision and being, to score the heart’s greening bounty, as if notes to a torch song, buried and nearly forgotten, and now being recalled to give Grace her due and amazing … Continue reading

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Weather Report

In the climate change of one’s heart, a weathervane, doubling as compass, pointing to true north, as we, the wandering homesick orphans, are called forth to brave the wilds of a new breaking dawn.

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Birthing Pains

To see, everywhere, brave little lights going up, flares of hope and justice, holding hands to tip the scales in a bond of solidarity, a fire-chastened purge and desire for change’s holy golden grail, the quest, a blessed rhyme and … Continue reading

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Anthemic

Comfort is a privilege, yet kindness and dignity, charity and compassion, are spirit-given rights and blessings, the seeded marrow and initiative of our soul’s turnings toward unequivocal light.

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The Meaning of the Mob

(I wrote this piece, “The Meaning of the Mob,” over a decade ago, but felt moved to share, because words bridging action matter.) The Meaning of the Mob. I say, the Mob, meaning the Definitely Uncertain, Fixed—a liberal form of … Continue reading

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Declaration Rites

When a nation becomes a paid advertisement for itself founding fathers turn over in their graves which they share with the ghosts of slaves whose chains they inherited on karmic loan.

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A Love Supreme 2020

It is, here and now, a marvelous free bounty and blessed inheritance, this world of breath, our most vital resource and best friend, master to our disciple, and how clear must it become for us to not only see but … Continue reading

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United We Stand

  Photo by Zoe Zimmerman

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George Floyd and Us

Here is a candle, a flagged token of light and trespass in the small hours for a man who is no longer with us, who, for eight minutes and forty-six seconds, desperately attempted to save his own life through bated … Continue reading

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