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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.

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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Slide

Unless you are converted and become as little children sliding down a blue slide while the living and dead co-exist side by side as playmates in a prayer-kind spectrum of transient passage your heaven will remain a seriously twisted topic … Continue reading

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Slippers

In a well-kept shrine the dignity of slippers unmoved by great lengths.

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Mirror

From the series, Japan Poems. At a distance, daughter falls in love with the sea’s lacy fringes and shoreline’s bubbling secrets, while her mother holds up the sky as an undivided mirror, in which every chanced glimmer is hosted and … Continue reading

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Moments

From the series, Japan Poems. Boy, bedazzled by the sea’s opaline crush, Mother, in the sand-softened throes of respite, holding tenderest vigil, to recognize life’s sweetest ease in passing.

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Proof

From the series, Japan Poems. On the day the sky cracked the superimposed pageant and illusory facade of the world without its set design and painted surface gave way to the verdict and inalienable proof of choral pools of black … Continue reading

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Testament

From the series, Japan Poems. The sea’s fathomless span, its give and crush a remedial balm and testament to the touch of what grieves us. We surrender to longed-for renditions of us going away from ourselves to meet ourselves in … Continue reading

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