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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.

Jean Rhys at Twilight

Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading →

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Jackson Pollock

  Ballet in a storm, one man’s kinetic forecast– You will know my name.

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Scissors

Hard to move forward, she thought, when bound to what’s gone– She bought new scissors.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Scent

Suspicion assails, Why did he give this to me? The scent of a trail.   (Artwork by Paul Klee)    

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Night Moves

Tree’s night-perm like fog, stars pining to get lost there– Long distance courtship.   (Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)

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Mark Rothko

Rending light to fit an artist’s capacity to survive caste form.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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Girl, Chair

The girl in the chair is no longer the girl in the chair, she is neither here nor there, she is always and forget-me-not, soul-spray and glacial uproar causing a siege, she is the spidery patterns of her exploded heart, … Continue reading →

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Superstar

Baby, forget the petals, we’ll feed you thorns, you’ll be like Jesus Christ in black tights, a superstar in dark eye shadow, Joan of Arc with your own pop-branded stigmata, the world will adore you– What do you say? Will … Continue reading →

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Horizon

Some silence, you see, is not golden, not really– long dark shadow cast.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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Bridge

Long ago, slowly crossing the bridge in winter– Footprints in fresh snow.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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