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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.

SallyGray is Gone

Posted on May 24, 2021 by John Biscello

It was a privilege to wrrite the intro to Joe DePatta’s debut poetry collection: SallyGray is Gone. Coming soon from CSF Publishing. Sally Gray is gone. Four words amounting to an irrefutable statement, a hard fact. Four words that come … Continue reading →

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A Door Behind A Door

Posted on May 24, 2021 by John Biscello

An excerpt of my review of Yelena Moskovich’s scintillating third novel: A Door Behind A Door. Moskovich is one of my contemporary favorites, a bold and daring stylist who extends the frontiers of language and vision. In the afterlifeYou could … Continue reading →

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Speakeasy

Posted on April 16, 2021 by John Biscello

Dreams are like speakeasies for the soul. A secret password so you can enter, unchecked moral boundaries allowing you to trespass and indulge freely in the vagrant and illicit, after hours pressing of bootleg vinyl that places scorched scarabs in … Continue reading →

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Girl, Flame

Posted on April 16, 2021 by John Biscello

She is there. She is always there, in the corridor. And she is lonely. This much I know. Lonely as a form of cold that you cannot cover with blankets or insulate against with coats and scarves and such. And … Continue reading →

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Portrait of a Man in a Hotel Room

Posted on April 15, 2021 by John Biscello

The man in the white hat and white suit walked into a shabby hotel room, carrying a battered brown valise. It was a valise that had seen mileage. The man opened the door, and then closed it behind him. He … Continue reading →

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In Wonder

Posted on April 11, 2021 by John Biscello

As long as there are little girls with heart-shaped glasses who are out there, among the blackbirds and dandelions, generously unwinding string like floating rivers of silk, as they put their butterfly-beating hearts into the flying of a kite on … Continue reading →

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Flight of the Jackdaw

Posted on April 7, 2021 by John Biscello

Grateful for the warm and heartfelt responses Izumi and I have been receiving to our recently released fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll. One of the reviews shared below: THE JACKDAW AND THE DOLL is that rare book for children … Continue reading →

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Urban Reflections

Posted on March 31, 2021 by John Biscello

Brooklyn scene. Photo by Anthony Distefano.

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Flashpoint

Posted on March 5, 2021 by John Biscello

Don’t you see, you young foolish headstrong man you, only when the separation between subject and object dissolves, only then will you know the passive, panting worth of the world, betrothed as phantom bride to every intuitive seed planted, where … Continue reading →

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What We Can’t Measure

Posted on March 5, 2021 by John Biscello

In a world of agitated solos, competitive streams of ticker-tape bickering, and relentlessly sharpened points of comparison, it is comforting to know that every single breath we take, last to first, is an uncomplicated gift beyond measure.

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