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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.

Recourse

To fade, with no recourse, into the annals of unreality is to lose grip on Love’s touch, to raise cinema from warm ashes on a Sunday afternoon in autumn.

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Ulysses

Pen-wielding pirate, charting armchair odyssey– Vision beyond scope.

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Sunflowers

Maned blessings of sun, honored by fugitive brush– Love’s feral design.

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Roses

Roses near to grief, how petals kiss death softly, then fall, just because.

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Drawn

Storm’s furious lash, pane of glass caulking sorrow– Home drawn in softly.

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Smoke

Consider the hours, consecrated puffs of smoke shot through with dusty light.    

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Apple

Ripe apple, shaded, beckons the encroaching light– at the core, Divine.

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Touch

Child, unbelonging, warms herself with near voices– next best thing to touch.

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Echo

A distant city, morning, once upon a time– echo of footfalls.

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Winter

Pane of glass, frosted, Winter’s pulse slowed to dream deep– Bare heart’s hidden spring.

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