Author Archives: John Biscello

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; 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 produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.

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Posted on September 6, 2026 by John Biscello

In this season of longing, the pluralized itch and wraith of you and I, coursing parallel tracks to cross imaginary lines where distance mounts the spreading horizon.

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Neo-Folk

Posted on September 3, 2026 by John Biscello

Everything always going on. People worry about everything not going on but what they’re really saying beneath the waves what they’re subliminally saying and worrying about is them not going on. Everything going on and them not. How to reconcile … Continue reading →

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Plight Trajectory

Posted on September 3, 2026 by John Biscello

Youth passes in fleeting doses, and doesn’t die a single death, youth as concept and cheat code disassembles into ghosts, into many ghosts which proliferate and spread, in pursuit of seances and possession. Youth, in its death, moves in many … Continue reading →

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Scraps

Posted on September 3, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories keep us in a state of cinematic dismemberment. Spliced ribbons of footage everywhere. Identity diced and chopped. Fractures and fragments become us in motivating assembly. We are always puzzling together aspects of our lives in dimly lit corridors, in … Continue reading →

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Chart

Posted on September 2, 2026 by John Biscello

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

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Audio Book Giveaway

Posted on September 1, 2026 by John Biscello

It’s Tune In Tuesday: in conjunction with Audiobooks.com, we are giving away five free audio-books of The Last Furies. If you request an audio-book, we will provide the code to redeem your edition. We just ask that you post a … Continue reading →

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For Page and Screen

Posted on August 8, 2026 by John Biscello

It was fun having an in-depth conversation on craft, creative process, and the writing life in For Page and Screen’s Summer Interview Series.

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Morphic Trespass

Posted on August 5, 2026 by John Biscello

New vinyl has officially dropped.The back story goes like this:  Musician, Ben Wright, and I, played together for many years, at many venues and gigs, performing our eclectic bop and groove fusion of spoken word and bass (occasionally accompanied by drums, … Continue reading →

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Story

Posted on May 27, 2026 by John Biscello

Within the alchemy of gist and wonder resides the evergreening lush dark center of stories through which the self rivets its fluid course.

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Habitat

Posted on May 27, 2026 by John Biscello

Behind the ghosts further ghosts calling. Possession by layered turns and takes evincing quantum roles through which we inhabit.  

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