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.

Wingspan

Winged, we found ourselves baiting spools of thinning air— Ground and us, parting.

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To the Lighthouse

Here it is, finally. A séance for the living, real-time cinema for possessed bones and sad visionless ghosts, who are on the cusp of claiming their spacious reams of empty, and time-locked vagrancy. The door behind the door has never … Continue reading

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Touch-screen

Am I projecting how cinema becomes us? Screens to mirror touch.

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Film Treatment

Silence, within a dark empty theater, starring you on a blank screen.

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Firewalk with Me

To breathe fire, holy an act of arson bred by your matchless dragon.

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Ascent

Crisped at the edges, gilded wings of the Phoenix fanning flames to rise.

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Breathing Ground for Phoenixes

There are baby phoenixes burning inside my lungs. They want to grow into their deaths and fiery unabated splendor, want to consume the ash-cake coronating their birth-days, which matches abolition to symmetry. I am being asked, no forced to open … Continue reading

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Shift Happens

Paradigm shifting can kick your ass swift and hard– Thank god for loose change!

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Annotation

Days without margins, merging embryonic fate to slates duly cleared.

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Boundless

The sun rose today and kissed my face all over– Romance knows no bounds.

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