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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.

Summer Wind

Tar, vinegar, piss, crossing of urban perfume– Those summer winds, tracked.

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Lightness

To air is human, to deflate, a mortal rite– no tracks in the sand.

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Pop

Escape from sadness in every breath you take– bouquet of balloons.

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Breakfast with Kafka

I awoke to find I was Holly Golightly– Kafka’s dream, debugged.

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Dateline

Perishable pink, sound of music in flowers– Grace, noted, dates well.

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Reboot

Another Red Dawn or Day of the Living Dead? Shit, old scripts die hard.

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Fur

Runaway model on Heaven’s 7th catwalk– Go to tell, PETA.    

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Little Red

To clearly separate fiction from fact: Little Red ran, not in terror, but to grab an ax from the back of her well-stocked shed– the Wolf, as you can plainly see, never stood a chance against Little Red’s darker twin, Wrath, … Continue reading →

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Anne Sexton

  In a ballroom gown, the suicide was delayed– Beauty, will you stay?    

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Entry

You cannot have her, many women in one cloak– split down the middle?    

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