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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.

Holes

Posted on December 20, 2023 by John Biscello

Cut a hole in the wind and sing through it. Put your ear to the ground. Listen for the echo of what you sang. Cut a hole in ground and sing into it. Listen to the wind and hear your … Continue reading →

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Angels

Posted on December 20, 2023 by John Biscello

Imagine snow. Imagine the symmetry of falling snow. Imagine the quiltlike cocoon of snow covering earth. Imagine the silence of snow sounding everywhere softly. Imagine you are old and cold in snow. Imagine you are young and running in snow. … Continue reading →

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Tuning

Posted on December 19, 2023 by John Biscello

Find an old radio. Instead of tuning to stations tune to years. See how far back in years the bandwidth goes. Choose a year that most suits your mood and mental state in the present moment. Stay tuned to that … Continue reading →

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Dial Tone

Posted on December 19, 2023 by John Biscello

Find a discarded old phone, preferably rotary, and call someone who is dead. If they pick up, tell them any number of secrets. If they don’t pick up, speak the secrets into the phone anyway.

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Cage

Posted on December 19, 2023 by John Biscello

Find a husband. Throw him away. Throw him good and far away. If he returns, buy him a bird cage with no bird in it. Ask him to place a tiny mirror inside the cage. Maybe have him scatter several … Continue reading →

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Disturbances

Posted on December 19, 2023 by John Biscello

Write Do Not Disturb on a strip of masking tape and apply the strip to your forehead and stare at yourself and the message in the mirror before removing your head and leaving the tape where it is (you, now … Continue reading →

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Snowbound

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello

Go outside on a snowy night and record the sound of snow falling. When you have collected enough audio, go inside and play back the snow and try to find the hidden silences in its music. Lie down in bed … Continue reading →

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Ship

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello

Be alone in small solitude in a room. Place votive candles in a scale model of a famous ship, the Lusitania, the Andrea Doria, the Titanic. Close your eyes. See yourself on the ship mingling with the other passengers. Listen … Continue reading →

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Jar

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello

Scream. Scream while dreaming of screaming. Scream inside a dream in which you find yourself screamless, the force of scream living without sound. Scream into a glass jar. Scream many screams into a glass jar. Label the jar Screams and … Continue reading →

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Eternal Return

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello

Ask yourself where you want to spend eternity. Consider eternity as noun and as a verb. Go into a bare room, a void sanctum of intimate dimensions, and sit with yourself, allowing eternity to feather outward as a flood. Notice … Continue reading →

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