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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.

Apple

Your future iMate, designed to love, as if fate– Apple’s take on Eve.

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Scorn

Scorn keeping vigil, the spread of dissolution– deserts never lie.

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Fellini

Total immersion, world of play, unencumbered– Pan’s blank slate, full.

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John Fante

Full of bright, proud rage, he gave us L.A., unstarred– palms gathering dust.

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Floe

The slow dignity of an iceberg’s quiet melt– words preserved in floe.

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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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