Author Archives: John Biscello

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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.

Passing

This road, for how long? Blossoms give up the ghost, fall with no dreams clinging.

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Starstuff

Carl Sagan curates a silent film revival– stardust memories.

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Pulpit-Free

Fasten your leanest prayers to the sweater-sleeves of a woman matching vespers to nocturnes with the grace of a pagan priestess no pulpit needed.

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Ecstasy 101

True solar eclipse, when Teresa took the plunge of Love’s gilded spear.

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Hollywood Expressionism

His pitch in six words– Transgender Caligari, hipsters will love it.

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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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