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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.

Titanic

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

If there were two, then let us say there were two. The two danced on the time-haunted deck of the Titanic, they called it the Titanic because they understood the floor beneath their feet was not to be trusted, nor … Continue reading →

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The Ghostwriter Variations

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

I    Now that he was dead, everything was different.  No more desire or ambition, no more pressures or expectations.  All of that had gone the instant his human life had expired.    As a ghost, at first he wondered … Continue reading →

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A Man Walks Into

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

   A man walks into a man. He realizes it’s the same man … they’re … the same man. They merge. Naturally. Inviolably. A man walks into a man and a merger occurs.    Who was I before I walked … Continue reading →

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Alchemical Cahoots

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

The year of alchemy. Alchemical means. The invisible world. Crosses and cruxes and crossroads. There are, the wizard explained, contracts with the invisible world. There are binding contracts. And ones that can be dissolved. How can I tell the difference … Continue reading →

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Knocking on Silence

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

   Writing often feels like knocking on silence.  Like, I’m at some mysterious stranger’s door and it is raining outside and I am wet and rumpled (inside and out), hoping the door will open and I will be let in. … Continue reading →

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Monkeys and Barrels

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

None of it was going anywhere. It had been a while. Both things were true. Both could be beginnings. So let’s go with both: None it was going anywhere. It had been a while. I felt like a dehydrated man … Continue reading →

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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. 4

Posted on January 22, 2024 by John Biscello

The fourth and final volume is dedicated to vanishing points, prevailing absences and Zen-empty ephemera.

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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. 3

Posted on January 18, 2024 by John Biscello

This volume features shrines and cemeteries, and a visit to Ryokan’s hut.

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Comeback

Posted on January 14, 2024 by John Biscello

Pretend to be dead at your own funeral. Bask in the unparalleled theater of your ending. When the audience leaves, stop pretending. Plan a comeback, understanding that previous perceptions will be dismissed, and the cast of characters, including you, will … Continue reading →

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End of Days

Posted on January 14, 2024 by John Biscello

Name your child End of Days. When your child is throwing a tantrum, say—End of Days, I need you to stop this instant. When your child goes to sleep at night, tell them—Sweet dreams, End of Days, I love you. … Continue reading →

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