Author Archives: John Biscello

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; 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 produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.

Fruit

Posted on August 26, 2024 by John Biscello

I was happy to find out that my story, “Fruit,” was selected as a “Brooklyn 2023 Non-Fiction Prize Finalist” for Brooklyn Film & Art Festival’s competition. A filmed recording of the piece is being scheduled. “Fruit” can be read here.

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Sea Change

Posted on August 25, 2024 by John Biscello

Excerpt from my recently completed novel, Worlds Last Imagined. This fragment is a meditation upon the tenuous and subjective relationship between memory and fiction: She stood at a distance, imagining her daughter there, playing. She saw how her daughter lit … Continue reading →

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Ask the Dust

Posted on August 25, 2024 by John Biscello

A musician named Sam introduce me to Ask the Dust when I was in my early twenties. It was exactly the book I needed at the time. Sam had heard me read at The Vault, this house-based performance space in … Continue reading →

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The Bride

Posted on August 8, 2024 by John Biscello
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Review Tales

Posted on July 17, 2024 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Jeyran Main’s recently published review of The Jackdaw and the Doll on “Review Tales.” “The Jackdaw and the Doll is an ode to the storyteller’s journey, a celebration of the art that arises from the deepest wells of … Continue reading →

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Ariana and I

Posted on July 2, 2024 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Worlds Last Imagined:    Ariana and I attended our own funerals. It was something we did from time to time. We saw ourselves lying there, pretending to be dead, saw a wavering horde of faceless and nameless figures … Continue reading →

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Worlds Last Imagined

Posted on July 1, 2024 by John Biscello

New novel completed. Grateful for my Abiquiu retreat, where I got to balance work process, nourishing solitude and exploration of this area’s breathtaking beauty. WORLDS LAST IMAGINEDIn these time-bending, multiform chronicles,A) A pair of “tweeners,” the names given to metamorphic … Continue reading →

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The Bride and Berlin

Posted on June 29, 2024 by John Biscello

While The Bride did not win in its category (Best Actress in a Short Film), we did gain our first laurel as the cinematic journey of the Bride continues on the film festival circuit, far and wide.

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Titanic

Posted on June 27, 2024 by John Biscello

If there were two, then let us say there were two. The two danced on the time-haunted deck of the Titanic, they called it the Titanic because they understood the floor beneath their feet was not to be trusted, nor … Continue reading →

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Andrea Doria

Posted on June 27, 2024 by John Biscello

Itchy navels, persecutions, manias, projections, snot-rimmed abysses, it’s been a mixed bag of plenty and none, and here I sit with the day’s teeth growing long and chopping down with razor-edged intensity … the stringent air of day after days … Continue reading →

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