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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.

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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Sentries

Angels heartbeats, globed, soft pulsing of bold sentries– No one invents light.

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Lady Clare

Solemn forbearance, gaze tethered to distant self– Where, love, have I gone?

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Stoop

Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond.

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Bensonhurst

Bones of my birthplace, splintering in rapid tow– There’s no place like home?

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Steinbeck

Wrath and Discontent, kindling to pen’s holy fire– Love’s labor reformed.

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