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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.

Fools Rush In

To all those wise, beautiful fools who have brought the medicine of joy and laughter to life, I salute you:   Slapstick’s trinity, a monotheistic gag– Salvation’s last laugh.   Genius, in trespassing, has its necessary fools– Supreme gag order. … Continue reading →

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Juice

Slow kind of winter, Spring, mainlining taproot juice, hastens light to mold.

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Lovesong, the Remix

It became a goal, soul-mate to my own damned self– Nerves on the first date.

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No Dominion

It was about time, epitaph planned in advance– Will you dance with me?

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Savor

It is that mouth, pursed, sentencing savor to burn, to kiss, between lines.

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Snapshot

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Seven years later, reflecting upon an analytical snapshot held up to the light: Thirty-three, unemployed, a boatload of debt, drinking excessively, divorcee, amateur plumber of shit-clogged pipe dreams—when I got my head stuck up my … Continue reading →

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Pearl Diver

She, the pearl-diver, master of holding her breath, breathes out, and rises.

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Pearl

Drowned at a young age, angel to a sunken arc– find her pearl-diving.

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Easter

She, tender Sunday, wearing only beads of rain– her skin held the light.

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Meeting D.J.

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) I see you decided to join me. I didn’t want you to drink alone. We sat at an empty table flanking the wall. The band was now playing a mournful ballad.  Something about two lovers … Continue reading →

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