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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.

Angels Rated R

Posted on October 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories keep us in a state of cinematic dismemberment. Spliced ribbons of footage on the cutting room floor. Identity sliced and diced and chopped. Fractures and fragments become us in motivating assembly. We are always puzzling together aspects of self … Continue reading →

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What Should I Wear Tonight?

Posted on October 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as a course charted, as grooves engraved into void through perennial retreading. Have I been here before can be replaced by have I been here again? It is part of the unflagging tease and conundrum of endless. Ask yourself—have … Continue reading →

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Morphic Trespass (Digital Edition)

Posted on October 9, 2026 by John Biscello

A digital edition of Morphic Trespass has just been released (joining the vinyl and CD versions). For those interested in purchasing: https://losttelegrampress.ca/product/morphic-trespass-digital-download A collaboration between John Biscello (spoken word) and Ben Wright (stand-up bass). The album features sixteen tracks, ranging in … Continue reading →

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We Are Ugly But We Have the Music

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello
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Titanic

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello
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Variations on a Theme

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as cosplay in a dark room. Others cosplay with you, perpetuating a game and masquerade, rituals membered, by which we find ourselves assuming patterns and assimilating forms. Alone, again alone, and at once alone, where others, and their penchant … Continue reading →

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Last Picture Show

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Does time-resin sting our eyes? Does desolation call forth our most solitary angels? Our loneliest most homesick angels? Desolation allows one to become a vagrant, rooted in blessed nobody, divergently attuned to an original script. The wind writes in the … Continue reading →

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Vampires

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

I walked to the train station at night. I was going to drive. It was a hot day. I had already been walking out in the sun, and I thought—just drive to the train station. But when it was time … Continue reading →

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Travel Notes

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

It was a town caught in the pinwheeling stasis between living and dying, between chrysalis and mortuary. I want to examine why it is I am drawn to places like this, why I always return to this specific feeling of … Continue reading →

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Flint

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

And death shall have no dominion. How could it? It’s only a match with an overblown reputation.

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