Author Archives: John Biscello

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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.

Squall

Posted on March 19, 2018 by John Biscello

This way to music, map of birds inking a squall– tenors of deluge.   (Artwork by Chua ek Kay)

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Scale

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Mountain, tree, small boy, scaling serene loneliness to a still center.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Sheath

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Dancing blue-black flame soloing among soft sheaths– ballet’s fragrant leaps.   (Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)

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Pour

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

It is the shadow that carries small tsunamis to pour, as needed.   (Artwork by Pejac)

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Empire State

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Empirical scope, is all that we ask of fame– Steady now, steady.   (Photo of Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgwick)

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Balloon, Sun

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

The Red Balloon of storybook legend, after having reached its pinnacle of fame, decided to reinvent itself as a crimson bauble of a sun, reigning supreme over a private world of geometry and symbols, a realm of pure spirit and … Continue reading →

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Mercy

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Always a mother, always gentle enclosure– Between palms, mercy.

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Haunt

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Make me an offer, they shoot pretty girls, don’t they? Leave haunting to me.

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Riot’s Rake

Posted on March 17, 2018 by John Biscello

Grateful for Ashleigh Grycner’s review of Raking the Dust, which appears in the latest installment of Riot Material, and coincides with RTD’s April 3rd relaunch. Raking the Dust, John Biscello’s masterful second novel, is first and foremost a novel about second … Continue reading →

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Marguerite Duras

Posted on March 16, 2018 by John Biscello

Mapped, in glaring veins, cut, to secrete lucid text– Yes, love, I bleed light.

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