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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.

Floor Plan

    Photo shoot of novel-in-progress, Nocturne Variations 

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Review of Raking the Dust on Book-Tastings

Grateful for the appraisal & support, especially since I am seeking a new home for my orphan-child, after my publisher recently closed its doors. “And the award for Best Indie Read So Far goes to…..Raking the Dust by John Biscello. … Continue reading →

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Catalog

The sea is the sea but it is also a sound recording of the sea, it is Memory, shroud and fathomless, and freighted with echoes. It is the case history of forgotten species and myths, the ghostlight of dead stars.

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Wraith

In a brief lighted instance, a rending flicker, he measured and recalled, a rumpled and well-worn patch of dark velvet, sun-warmed, and touching the skin of teeth to Memory, he grieved her, fashioning haunt from thin fabled air.

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Duende

“The duende . . . Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents; a wind with the odor … Continue reading →

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Disclosure

In perpetual flirtation and basking courtship with Beloved, I, warming to petition and gospel, humbly sign my name, if only to ghost an echo channeling undisclosed remains.

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Beginner’s Yoga

“The goal of practice is always to keep our beginner’s mind.” — Shunryu Suzuki Lying on the mat, picking up with fresh ears a preschool earplay symphony– caw, bark, vroom, ding-ding.

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Bird’s Eye View

(For Leonard Cohen) As the bird on the wire trills its last delicious electric notes, the vibrato hum begins to resound in Heaven.

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Endanger

In the Beginning, when all was scrim and nostalgia to be, there was the Word, a dark sensual organism prefiguring Symbol, and in the mouths of babes desperate to dream aloud and chasten their hunt for meaning, the Word became … Continue reading →

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The Emperor’s New Robe

What may, in the bristling long run, turn out to be a hooded blessing in disguise; that is, Hubris, Ego and Arrogance, as sickled agents of corrosion, Greek in scope and epic cinema, turn an Emperor’s new robe into a … Continue reading →

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