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.

Arc

Posted on April 21, 2016 by John Biscello

It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.

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Claim for the Meek

Posted on April 20, 2016 by John Biscello

I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading →

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Winter, A Love Story

Posted on April 19, 2016 by John Biscello

Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands  that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading →

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Claim

Posted on April 19, 2016 by John Biscello

She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief inverting the symmetry of arc.

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Tatters

Posted on April 18, 2016 by John Biscello

For many years I asked Grief to wait outside my window, a peripheral guest chancing obscure, fugitive details, and lighted tatters. Have I been a poor host, stranger to my own ghost and remnants?

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Review of The Boundary Stone

Posted on April 17, 2016 by John Biscello

Hassett’s post-apocalyptic odyssey, through a fractured world of ruins and primordial reform, doubles as a valentine coded in hieroglyphics. Compelled by the nameless firelight (his “Beatrice”) that charges his heart and functions as an inner-compass, the narrator journeys forth, a … Continue reading →

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Werewolves Don’t Waltz

Posted on April 13, 2016 by John Biscello

A video recording of my latest play, Werewolves Don’t Waltz (a dark and surreal cabaret revolving around music, madness, and the value of one’s soul) which was staged at the Taos Community Auditorium, March 3-5. Watch here.

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Review of Raking the Dust

Posted on April 10, 2016 by John Biscello

“Alex is a New York native living in Taos, New Mexico. Divorced dad, jobless (except for a part-time gig dressing as Spiderman) and sleeping on couches, he is devoted to one thing above all, his writing. When Alex meets songstress … Continue reading →

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The Horse’s Mouth

Posted on April 10, 2016 by John Biscello

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

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Raking the Dust Reading/Book-signing

Posted on April 4, 2016 by John Biscello

   “Yet what I found most intriguing were not the facts themselves that constituted DJ’s stories, but the manner in which she had presented them.  Her tone remained breezy and off-hand no matter what she was revealing: My favorite color … Continue reading →

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