Author Archives: John Biscello

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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.

Death of a Super Hero

   I was six when I found out I’d never become a super-hero.    We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother, my father.    My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading →

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Innocence

The party ended and I went to Gillian’s house. I was between places and Gillian was letting me stay with her temporarily, which given our history was a tribute to her character. We had been in a tumultuous three-year relationship, … Continue reading →

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Altar

At the blank altar, a woman swallowed hard truths– no stone left unturned.

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Scroll

One man’s boyish scroll as the road map for parched throats– Long-running well-spring.

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Kingdom

Keys to the kingdom, one graceful peck at a time– No wings required.

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Mask

You cannot see tears burned inside a hidden face– Dying by degrees.

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Shoes

To write solidly, yield to an old pair of shoes– Love holds still for love.

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Futurism 101

Shaping destiny’s progress through emptiness held together by an epiphany of particles architecting man’s worth in finite measures.  

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Beckett’s Noir

Uprooted dark rose, growing cold in the shadows– Waiting for Godot?

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Wreck

Mariner’s dark script, prophetic slant on wrecked mates– No man’s Moby Dick.

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