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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.

Stairway

From the series, Japan Poems. It is true, you know– I fall in love too easily with the grayday jazz of blue rustscabbed stairways entreating vision and lore to initiate a dream sequence worthy of ghostly passage without tracks or … Continue reading

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Currency

From the series, Japan Poems. The value of grief and mercy intersecting where metaphors are left behind to green and thrive and assume the tendered form of a lonely doll wide-eyed in its longing to touch the ruptured pinwheel the … Continue reading

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Grove

From the series, Japan Poems. Out in verdant woods mercy assembles to reign with unerring calm.

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Lore

From the series, Japan Poems. Find us, they seem to say. Where we are not is the rootless breadth of our location, the unassailable gist of our lore emptying out to dreams among the force of all things moving.

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Path to Mercy

From the series, Japan Poems. Among the hallowed assembly of serene countenances and stillness humble rabbit bows down supplicating not only for mercy but to hear the laughter of the lost children resounding endlessly in a forest of echoes and … Continue reading

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Faces

Symmetry, like water, finds its own level, enabled by many nodes of manifest grace, from cheerful stone to worn velveteen faith.

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Gateway

From the series, Japan Poems. In the world’s undiminished constancy of portals and gateways metamorphosis can truly be yours at every turn and step taken in radically engaged increments of dreamscaping anew.

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Absorbence

From the series, Japan Poems. Unimaginable grace brought in to powder the red noses of the disinherited meek lost in dreaming and sorrowful wake.

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Kites

From the series, Japan Poems. In the cloud-papered volume of unending sky a pair of kites assume the pensive arc of commas giving due pause to the founting gulf of silence and daybreak.

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Fountain

From the series, Japan Poems. Water need not praise– its small gods reside in flow through the end of days.

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