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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.

Losing my Religion

Light at tunnel’s end, or, tunnel vision hemmed-in? Religion’s track record.

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Coney Island

Snow, Coney Island, faded play beneath the bones– ghosts of children past.

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Atoms of Eve

Atoms of Eve, sawed in half, daughters, sons, beyond your command– Gender-play (see: Pan)

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Vein

Crepuscular dames hoarding rain in barrowed hearts– magic’s brooding vein.

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Marriage License

Their marriage a gag, crossing comedy with sex– her cross to bear, his?

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Slow Going

By slow turns of grace negative capacity made-over daily.

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Cleaning Piece

The heavy lifting of prayers unturned to first light– to each stone, a hand.

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Movie

The blue usherette screened in by mute, forlorn thoughts– the cutting room floor.

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Christina’s World

Through valid struggle, promise harboring burden– there’s no place like home.

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Chet Baker

Noticed the gilded wink and smudge Heaven’s kissprint on the furthest edge of sleek brass holding in its bottomless breath the bluest broken pieces of one man’s clean/cut heart treading blown glass lightly the beck and call of the saddest … Continue reading →

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