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.

Wordprey

Anais Nin, draped in a negligee of text– naked lunch break?

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Brood

  At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.

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Preschool, a Love Story

Jilly, aged three, bared her teeth & bit Jack, four, hard on the arm, breaking skin & drawing blood. Stunned, Jack’s baby blues ballooned & gaped at Jilly, bright with malice & glee. Why Jilly why, Jack cried, nursing his … Continue reading →

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Tangle

Grief, a tangle of hidden hands emerging to bury you standing.

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Cleft

Kiss, the clefting of vowels while she brings your mouth to praise.

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Bound

Intimacy, the skeining of desire, bound by recourse.

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God’s Word Against Mine

And on the eighth day she was diagnosed an Artist, and saw that it was good and fierce and necessary, and went forth creating like a madwoman, rattling gravity shackles to the din of furor and crumbling towers within.

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Running with the Bullshit

Far end of the bar, drinkers with writing problems– It’s Hemingway’s fault.

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Faceblock

Jack Kerouac scrolling his Facebook page– detours on the road.

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Yellow Over Blue

Yellow is the saddest color, she said. Some think it is blue, but it is not. Blue is the common choice for the color of sad, the popular one, but yellow is much sadder than blue. Yellow blinds you with … Continue reading →

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