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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.

Margin

Beyond these margins, lies something that is yours, yes, an intimate claim.

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Riddle

Did I enter her, or was I the door walked through? Savor the riddle.

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Whet

It’s funny how lust secretes its stories through text whetting metaphors.

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Initiate

It was only when her thighs caught fire that he began to understand the laws of arson as practiced by goddesses imitating sirens.

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Human’s Lib

Soul’s cellular range, captivity, fuck that claim! Raise your own damned self.

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Room Service

Form-fitted to God, the Muse brought in her posse– Room for improvement.

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Palms

Mercy Street runs lengthwise to the sun. Its soul, to orient, turns its nearest cheek to flaring palms.

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Jean Rhys

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading →

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Lucy

Renegade angel, pissing golden light, to be obscene not herded.

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Electric

Trespass, skin on air, fornication with angels– Who turned the lights on?    

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