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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.

Godot Vs. God

Posted on December 15, 2017 by John Biscello

In Godot’s waiting room, Heaven-rent, the vacancy sign had been converted into a living epitaph for people choking on bated breath: Here tomorrow, gone today.

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Levitation

Posted on December 13, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress.    Anya and I were seated on the rubber mat in the front hallway.    We had been playing marbles. Or rather our own version of marbles, which we called Marble Mash. After having … Continue reading →

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Sober Judge

Posted on December 13, 2017 by John Biscello

Dylan Thomas falls from his barstool in Heaven— God, tending bar, picks him up, turns to Job—Who am I to judge?

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Missive

Posted on December 13, 2017 by John Biscello

Flown, without feathers, an unrelenting missive engaging remote hints and near heaven

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Arc

Posted on December 11, 2017 by John Biscello

It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.

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The Writing Life

Posted on December 10, 2017 by John Biscello

Pen, referencing a glossary of soul, scratches out excess to clarify Eternity, finger-holds, tenuous at best, dignify the mount of a marvelously impossible task.

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White Bird

Posted on December 9, 2017 by John Biscello

She, full of secret pines, shadow-limbed beneath a pale disc of winter sun, waltzing solo in snow-caked hills, blood-red quill tucked behind her left ear, just in case the urge to climb spires and trace spheres via a fierce run … Continue reading →

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Broken Land

Posted on December 9, 2017 by John Biscello

My first novel, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, which was named Underground Book Reviews Book of the Year (2014), has officially been re-released. Available in paperback and digital editions. Click here to buy. ABOUT: A spectral, existential noir set against the aging … Continue reading →

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Winter Adagio

Posted on December 8, 2017 by John Biscello

Nightwalk in a small town. Moonbleached adobe set against the snowglobular shakedown of flakes, as if dandruff from the itchy shaved scalp of God was falling, a phosphate rhapsody. Along the road, mudskinned snowdrifts, like albino coal-miners, crouching, or dispossessed … Continue reading →

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First Love, Winter

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

Boy and girl, sledding tongues, no words— Winter, gloves off.

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