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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.

Emily

Under the table, mouse lifting crumbs to God’s lips– a banquet for two.

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Totems

In the shadow of worn celestial totems– mortal weight to bear.

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Edie

Factory recall, Warhol’s “It-Girl” gone unclaimed– Fame’s cursory tag.

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Omen

New York at sundown, the eyes giving it away– I’m going home soon.  

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Dylan Thomas

He, master of waves, sang in his chains like the sea– awful row with God.

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Bloom

By sheer white volume, ghost of a chance to grow wild– Ophelia’s rogue bloom.

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Limbs

Limbs by autumn light, skeleton jig in the round– Curtain rises, falls.

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Rise

She will rise again, too many seeds claim her kin– praise for tender shoots.

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Footnote

Civilization, compromised in the center, closed in on itself.    

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Duke Ellington

Plein air’s noble brush with greatness composed to stand– notes, in hand, passed on.

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