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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.

Fetish

To dare a fetish, he ceded faith to a stalk– Venus infers loss.   (Photo by Alfred Steiglitz)

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No Sound, No Fury

Moses, caped in shroud, awaiting new commandments– Silence, turned up loud.   (Photo by Edward Steichen)

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Vortex

Inevitable, the vortex calling her back– Little girl’s first loss.   (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Haste

Through the looking glass, lovers caught multiplying, like rabbits in haste.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Phantom Itch

Hand, to buy or rent, if phantom props are your thing– Body optional.   (Photo by Man Ray)

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Lash

The scarring gleam, to produce penitent beads of sorrow, through a lashed eye, darkly.   (Photo by Man Ray)  

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Closer

You said you knew me, but really, what did you know? Closer, I dare you.   (Photo by Man Ray)    

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Pulpit

At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.

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Lodge

Hell, according to Sartre, is other people. When I arrived, god knows where, silence, dust, clouds, a time-scarred sign and not a soul anywhere to be found, I began, in earnest, and jest, to wonder if Sartre was right, heaven, … Continue reading →

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Beach

Life, give us a break, Love, the loafer’s paradise, childlike in its reign.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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