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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.

Candles

Posted on March 16, 2018 by John Biscello

One for each of us, happy born-day, dear sister– Beyond human reach.   (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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Freeze

Posted on March 16, 2018 by John Biscello

Ice skating past dark, on a frozen pond, alone– Where they swam, last spring.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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Moonman

Posted on March 16, 2018 by John Biscello

Moonman, when will you return? The world has gone to trembling, and scattered its once-proud feathers, we are presently undergoing a plumage crisis and are in dire need of luminous mending. Your glyphic signature remains in the palm of my … Continue reading →

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Edie

Posted on March 16, 2018 by John Biscello

Too many small hours pimped out to wraiths on parade– Heart, in real time, breaks.

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Beginning Now

Posted on March 15, 2018 by John Biscello

Craft. Tactile homage, and respect to craft, its inviolable depths and integrity, to approach craft as you would a fertile god, to practice, radically, at its altar, to consecrate with marked intent, and to know in your heart’s heart that … Continue reading →

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Chair

Posted on March 15, 2018 by John Biscello

No sitters to tend, solvent to its own winter, if these floors could talk.   (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Peter

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Weeping for his past, rare photo of Peter Pan– Next stop, Neverland.   (Photo by Weegee)

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Dreams

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

To dream of flying, while caught in a man-made web– Boys, such easy prey.   (Photo by Arthur Tress)

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Suitcases

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Traveling light, dark, baggage claimed, left behind, she ordered her life, simply, through metaphor and blithe repetitions, expecting very little in return.     (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Debutante

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Debutante, left to smolder and ash, traceless, in some afterlife, unannounced to the trailing cortege.   (Artwork by Linda Stojak)

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