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.

Interview on the Last Word

I will be a guest on Wednesday, June 8th at 4pm (Mountain Time) on the public radio program: The Last Word, Conversations with Writers. The show will be aired locally in Santa Fe on 101.1 FM, and can be streamed … Continue reading →

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We’ll Always Have Paris

A review of Paula McLain’s The Paris Wife. Hemingway’s classic, A Moveable Feast, is a well-stewed blend of contradictions, much like the man himself. It is a crucible of a valentine, wrapped in vellum and barbed wire. Notorious for holding … Continue reading →

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Tunnel

Consider the mole, a small important god, unfettered by dreams of flight or fugitive arcs, gathering briskly the dark into its labor, leveling a dig to assume no chances or saviors

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Arson

To speak fire these days, to claim desire in a fierce consumptive manner, is no longer a popular notion, no longer in vogue. It is an outworn, outmoded, out-dated form of expression. We know too much, we know too much … Continue reading →

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Reading/Book-signing at Bookworks

I will be having a reading/book-signing for my new novel Raking the Dust (Thursday, June 23rd) at Bookworks in Albuquerque. Info here.    

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Out of Blue

It’s in the eyes. A hard crystal blue, lovely and liquid, charged by a hidden fever wired to the source and its tangled roots. Ancient autumn tree stripped of its skin, nesting psychic lesions that no one can see; at … Continue reading →

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road trip w/ cocorosie

two sisters, sawed in half at birth, dys membered family roots splintered, offshooting scraps, tatters, shotgun hobbyhorses cruising high noons in dada’s sedan, desert sun bleeding maraschino, while the sisters suctioned to red backseat vinyl, swill acid lemonade from styrofoam … Continue reading →

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Woman Draped in Yellow

In a state of honeyed repose, her flightless body, a constellation, draped in the sheer cloth of sunlight, as she models hidden grief to witnesses unseen by common sight.

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Slipknot

She, falling through a slipknot cinched by Grief’s hard hands; He, minding gravity, set a course for two, at dawn’s first light.

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Tango

Summer, how butterflies tango in upward-moving flux

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