Author Archives: John Biscello

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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.

Featherweight

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Within the unbearable lightness of love’s proofed labor, a single quill, producing words that sing, traceless, while moving worlds to shake and reckon.

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Driving Lessons

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Hard to move forward, she thought, when bound to what’s gone– She bought new scissors.

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Day at the Beach

Posted on December 19, 2021 by John Biscello

Weeping for his past, rare photo of Peter Pan– Next stop, Neverland.

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The Gift

Posted on December 19, 2021 by John Biscello

We are here, but briefly,shadows of candle-lightdancing between dust and choir,day and night,so consider todaya good dayto begin, or to continueunwrapping yourself,and giving you to you as a gift,your soul rightfully taggedas both receiver and sender,in what constitutesa wild embracing … Continue reading →

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Star

Posted on December 17, 2021 by John Biscello

In the shadow of worn celestial totems– mortal weight to bear.

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Next?

Posted on December 17, 2021 by John Biscello

A dancer’s sad dream– Flight, short-lived, returning to earth, sharp teeth.

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Imprint

Posted on December 17, 2021 by John Biscello

Debutante, left to smolder and ash, traceless, in some afterlife, unannounced to the trailing cortege.

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Lulu in Hollywood

Posted on December 16, 2021 by John Biscello

By cyclical turns, she burned silver into stock– Lulu’s lasting surge.

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Shutter

Posted on December 16, 2021 by John Biscello

Witness to a claim, Pandora’s box-cutting gaze– hope at the bottom.

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Cadenza

Posted on December 15, 2021 by John Biscello

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

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