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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; 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 plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.

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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Climate

Her fractures, to mend, begged a lacy run of slowmelt kisses– As above, so below.

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Pearl

She came from the sea, she came to marvel the pearl’s pinkest let to grieve.

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Dryad

Dryad, in velvet bells, platforms, and heart-shaped shades– Boughs, cited to flare.

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Mermaid

Mermaid in torn jeans, sea glistening on her knees- Your myth is safe with me.

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Anais Nin

Invention was your solitude, your twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The way you spread secret pages like silk violet capes, like fringed shawls, over an air of mystery, and err of desire. You enabled symmetry, to confess. Why couldn’t a … Continue reading →

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