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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.

Emily Dickinson

At the severest hour, everything fell within. A banquet hall after the crash, after the deluge, and you, a mouse, courting lull, tracked pawprints in flour, stalking floorboards for crumbled manna. You, the mouse, with slow heaven firing your eyes, … Continue reading →

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Purls

Lisping, to gentle feral purls of ink on skin– Words, crafted to touch.

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Apples

One turn of the hip, upsetting the apple cart– Eden after dark.

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Vellum

At vellum’s core, pink, parsing the grammar of lips, to trespass, lightly.

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Seize

It is how the mouth plays chords the lips keep time to– Kiss, erring to seize.    

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Morning

Scars worn out to fade, old records played in small hours– Dreams chased by morning.

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Bath

Sun, drizzling pink onto the rim of the tub– Lady, soaked, warms up.

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Knead

From hips to belly, the distance between longing and bare knead, swelling.

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Prelude

Small, slow kiss, followed by lips mowing soft petals– How to eat a rose.

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Next

The lushest red rose, a fragile torch passed, to grace whatever comes next.

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