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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.

Lucid

In the farthest void, feathered hands open like fans– to dream, lucid, sheer.

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Skin

Measure by measure, Woman ceding shame to grow– Skin cells at what cost?

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E.E. Cummings

He, evernewnow, crated wavelengths to ship sea— like water for sound.

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Reap

Solid golden lean, Cottonwood’s solemn oath– bare to Winter’s reap.

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Village

Where the sidewalk ends, a clean, well-lighted place to bond a nightly arc.

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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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