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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.

Course

Parched voices quicken, defying Time by true course– words ripen slowly.

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Caretake

Every planet orbiting its own despair– Tending growth with care.

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Jack and Jill

Soft serve ice cream date, Jill kissed Jack’s cheek just because– Love never grows old.

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Sylvia

Petals shadowing the breadth of a poet’s curse– Sorrow’s sweet parting.

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Crescent

Rupture in the night, sharp crescent benediction– every fool hooked.

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Formula

Tragedy plus pie equals comedy’s soft touch– Suffer fools gladly.

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Helion

Smoldering ashes, to incite Helion’s grace– You will feel me rise.

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Passage

Path bright to fathom, blossoms strewn to ease passage– grieving home each fall.

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Lamp

Lamplight’s soft white hive, sourcing Solitude’s  tender– slow walk through Heaven.

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Chairs

An empty chorus of chairs humming a nocturne, softly, in unison– Thanks for the memories!    

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