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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.

Petals

Petal by petal, blossoms announce soft white fire– Kali branching out.

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Charlie Parker

Yardbird’s singed solo, wings crisped to perfect measure– fly now, pray later.

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Tub

A dream-life, deferred, porcelain tub, no razors– still waters run deep.

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Still Life, w/ Boy and Dog

Waiting for Godot, existential woe and strife– a boy and his dog.

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Lessons in Love

Little red-haired girl as man’s best friend in a wig– Birds and bees, good grief!

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Tatters

Tatters in half-light, the poor heart’s lonely hunting– shreds of pure love, sown.  

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Flower

As the tension mounts, hope, in a single flower– loves me, loves me not?

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Modern Times

The Great Dictator? Charlie, in jest, plants his foot– no ass too big.

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Last Supper

Winter, starving clown, no disciples to be found– this, the Last Supper?

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Trinity

Slapstick’s trinity, a monotheistic gag– Salvation’s last laugh.

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