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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.

Sincerely Yours

Breath, you are my true master, and I, your borrowed disciple, graced by the slow dignity of equal measures, allotted free of charge, if attention is paid, with sincerest regards.

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Third to First

Third person, first, first person, last, it’s time he and I met for real.

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Secrets

Keeping secrets from yourself is like talking behind someone’s front.

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There

Your soul’s country is much bigger than you think. Find every last you there.

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Praise

Every last word, placemat for breath to perish, to fade, syncing praise.  

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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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