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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.

Recoil

The weddings didn’t come off, for either one. Limbo, reciting their grief, and frozen recoil, held them aloft, sisters annointed by a rogue strain of etheric default.   (Artwork by Linda Stojak)

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Man on a Bicycle

The man, to make a living, had plastered hundreds of faces upon walls, but there was something about this one which held him captive. It wasn’t just the stardom of her name, its siren-call, but the sheer magnitude of artifice, … Continue reading →

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Scene

She was an accident waiting to happen, came the whispers. Not the kind of woman you’d want to be seen out with, muttered one Mack to another. I always knew she’d wind up like this, cried a woman, mirroring her … Continue reading →

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Anne and the Clouds

Anne, lovely disturbed Anne, pinned by gravity, and bedded to cobbles, cherishing the vagrant destiny of clouds, and calming distance.

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Diane Arbus

The camera, doesn’t revolt upon you, per se, but its mirror, when reversed, convicts an image which forges your name, if not your identity.     (Photo by Allan Arbus)

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Soft Focus

After the fall, and subsequent radiant slumber, the child awoke to find the new world awash in lullaby, and dream-soft slips of focus.   (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Scarecrow

Sometimes, the inner life of the Scarecrow is modeled on a park bench, where a glyphic repose of crowblack trees levels his brood to mortal dismay in a wizardless world.   (Photo by Diane Arbus)

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Fairy Tale

It is the other stepsister, the disinherited one, known only as The Vamp, who played dark foil to Cinderella’s happiness, when she seduced and blackmailed the Prince, ignited a calculated run of scandals, and forced Cinderella to yield the glass … Continue reading →

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Poolside

The water listened to the girl disappear and hissed. It was a warning that no one should try and follow her, every last fragment now belonged to incalculable depths. She was safe from trespass and further fracturing.     (Photo … Continue reading →

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Paper Trail

Completed draft of my new novel, No Man’s Brooklyn. A return to childhood, to the source of ghosts, to Brooklyn roots.

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