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.

Staring at Paintings, Hungry

Posted on May 9, 2016 by John Biscello

Hemingway wrote that he’d go to the Luxembourg, hungry, and stare at the paintings and this was a great way to see art.

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Raising the Bar

Posted on May 9, 2016 by John Biscello

   Dylan Thomas falls off his barstool in Heaven.    Lying on the sawdusty floor, he slurs something about a white horse. And chains, and the sea.    God, who gave Lucifer the night off, is tending bar. He comes … Continue reading →

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Honeymoon, Rinse, Repeat

Posted on May 9, 2016 by John Biscello

She crashed their sixteenth honeymoon, violet lace and camellias, ceremonial fashion for a ritual sacrifice, and reminded him—I will kill your wife however many times need be, my love, to make sure you and I remain bonded and not shackled. … Continue reading →

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The Source

Posted on May 8, 2016 by John Biscello

This poem dedicated to mothers’ everywhere. Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters … Continue reading →

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Compass

Posted on May 6, 2016 by John Biscello

Abiding the testimonial of scattered crumbs and clefted petals, I will follow you the snaky length of impossible and hidden places; I will follow you, claiming the hem of your shadow as my guide.

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Meet me at the End of the Tunnel

Posted on May 5, 2016 by John Biscello

Forsaken angel seeking Mortal reprieve– serious applicants only.

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Dietrich in Heaven

Posted on May 4, 2016 by John Biscello

Spoken word track from the upcoming album Arson & Grace. Featuring Ben Wright on bass. Listen here.

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Cursive

Posted on May 3, 2016 by John Biscello

Stars, ancient cinema illuminating a silent revival in cursive.    

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Crossing

Posted on May 3, 2016 by John Biscello

A mirror, tilted, starkly pooling lovers self-similar turns and views of each other; I am I, you are you, qualifiers blurred and dissolved in a furious crossing of ritual desires.

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Review of Carnet d’AmeriKa

Posted on May 2, 2016 by John Biscello

Carnet d’AmeriKa, Erin Currier (2016, CSF Publishing) “To be human is to transform; to be human is to name, then name anew. I must remember the inseparable nature of word and action.” Erin Currier, November 6th, 2004  In a sense … Continue reading →

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