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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; 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 plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.

Torchlight

She turned longing into a form of religion, effect to the cause of a martyr raised to exact scorch from quenchless tender.

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Hot Coals

Firespeak sing n swing. This is a mode, a chariot and vehicle of expression. Bardic in its yawping and hot rod in its bebop turbine. Whitman revved it. Coltrane. Kerouac. Ginserg. Bird. Riot, blues and jazz rolled into self-sung nuptials. … Continue reading →

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Window Dressing

Out the window worlds come in, flashing in doses and quarters  and nickels and slices and geometrical swaths. Out the window is wealthy in examples and suggestions. When looking out the window, when sailing, we become a pair of eyes … Continue reading →

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Fool’s Play

To take the plunge is, or can be, an act of willful trespass, courting the Fool as you merge with his flagged archetype while plunging down into a ravine, your life tomorrowless in its abyss and calling. The plunge is … Continue reading →

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Post-Scriptive

Something about the air of absence, its titillation and gravity. Ghosts are highly seductive when revealing their apparent lack. Beck sang about gravity shackles going wild. Genius is childhood endowed with virile maturity. Baudelaire said that. Or something to that … Continue reading →

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Neverland Noir

Hot off the press! Neverland Noir has been released and is represented by Heuer Publishing, serving the theater community since 1928. This play is available for licensing for schools and theater companies: hitplays.com NEVERLAND NOIRClassic noir meets Neverland mythology in … Continue reading →

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Autumn in F-Sharp

In her long distance gaze, unblinkingly chaste and running, the bayonet plunges between a rock and hard place, and I, gasping, to air on the side of trespass and empathic fall.

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Runway for Taxi Dancers

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Jazz

The work as in the dreaming, as in the dreaming-doing, as in the beat drumming at the core underscored by silence and dark spooning. In the dark we bump into walls, clumsily grope, and tell ourselves stories, sometimes all at … Continue reading →

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Cosplay in the Dark

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