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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.

Slow Going

By slow turns of grace negative capacity made-over daily.

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Cleaning Piece

The heavy lifting of prayers unturned to first light– to each stone, a hand.

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Movie

The blue usherette screened in by mute, forlorn thoughts– the cutting room floor.

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Christina’s World

Through valid struggle, promise harboring burden– there’s no place like home.

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Chet Baker

Noticed the gilded wink and smudge Heaven’s kissprint on the furthest edge of sleek brass holding in its bottomless breath the bluest broken pieces of one man’s clean/cut heart treading blown glass lightly the beck and call of the saddest … Continue reading →

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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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