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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.

Reboot

Another Red Dawn or Day of the Living Dead? Shit, old scripts die hard.

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Fur

Runaway model on Heaven’s 7th catwalk– Go to tell, PETA.    

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Little Red

To clearly separate fiction from fact: Little Red ran, not in terror, but to grab an ax from the back of her well-stocked shed– the Wolf, as you can plainly see, never stood a chance against Little Red’s darker twin, Wrath, … Continue reading →

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Anne Sexton

  In a ballroom gown, the suicide was delayed– Beauty, will you stay?    

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Entry

You cannot have her, many women in one cloak– split down the middle?    

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Anais’s Verizon Plan

With a diarist’s intimacy and candor, Anais composed her dawnrise text to Henry and then hit SEND, grateful for the fast-flying expedient breath of a cellular technology that had yet to be invented.  

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Adah Isaacs Menken, 1835-1868

She, the Menken, Byronic in flame and force, mastered the art of social media long before technology caught up, selling the illusion of a man/ woman bound naked to a horse; she, the salacious Mazeppa, incited a modern storm, long … Continue reading →

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Yellow

Yellow encroaches upon Jesus in grease-paint– a solar eclipse.

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Moliere Dreams of Noir

It was a blue Monday when she walked into my office, flaming red and smoking green– Drink this, she said, it will make you bigger– it was then that I realized, the gun in my pocket, the stubs in the … Continue reading →

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Mating Call

In a traceless sky, Dali’s lovebird moustaches– Dada’s nature call.

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