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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.

Pugilist

Old man, battle-tested, heart, a punch-drunk pugilist– to fall is human.    

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Compass

Compass of the heart, gives just cause to origins– no road an island.

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Moonbite

Quick recovery, the gift of any great fool– moon-bitten heart, caves.

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Pie

Life is sad, gags help to alleviate tension– Enlightenment, fast.

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Georgia O’ Keefe

Palette, to translate the soft sermons of flowers– verses minus words.

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Folly

All tomorrow’s masks, bearing Sorrow’s pitied pace– burden of folly.

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Frog

Basho’s forlorn frog, hard copy for lean times, SPLASH– Frog Ponders Jumping.    

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Flophouse

Love, the ultimate flophouse, the dogged prayer-bin, where you swap scars and hopes and soiled dreams pressed to the lungs of light, where half-moon fingernails clipped and kept in urns remind you that life is a fleeting sideshow, a strange … Continue reading →

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F. Scott Fitzgerald

Breastfed by the Muse, cradled in a green womb, warm– fool of the moon, torn.

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Auteur

The Rorschach test print of God’s aborted first film– Through the Light, Darkly.

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