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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.

Snapshot

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Seven years later, reflecting upon an analytical snapshot held up to the light: Thirty-three, unemployed, a boatload of debt, drinking excessively, divorcee, amateur plumber of shit-clogged pipe dreams—when I got my head stuck up my … Continue reading →

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Pearl Diver

She, the pearl-diver, master of holding her breath, breathes out, and rises.

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Pearl

Drowned at a young age, angel to a sunken arc– find her pearl-diving.

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Easter

She, tender Sunday, wearing only beads of rain– her skin held the light.

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Meeting D.J.

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) I see you decided to join me. I didn’t want you to drink alone. We sat at an empty table flanking the wall. The band was now playing a mournful ballad.  Something about two lovers … Continue reading →

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Winged

How little they know, of her flights beyond reason– Her world, winged, widens.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Free Range

Nesting, she brooded on the future of free range– No claims to hold her.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Network

As you can see, God’s original sketches for the world did not include people, which makes you wonder if there was indeed a wager he lost to some lucky devil or other who forced him to include people in the … Continue reading →

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Empty, Full

Howling, to contract space for deeper emptying, to swallow moons whole.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Pupa

Seven years later, the pupa stage of marriage– Who the hell are you?   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)    

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