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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.

Root Cause

Posted on December 30, 2020 by John Biscello

The offshoots of roots spread everywhere under your feet. They are the architectural tentacles of a magnificent culture. Ground there. It is the tended prelude to most solid flight plans.

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Dr. Seuss Meets Buddha

Posted on December 30, 2020 by John Biscello

Building a rocket-ship of a meditation chair, low to the ground, in my sawdust workshop of a heart chamber, so as to comfortably leave my body and astrally roam with medicinal curiosity— Oh, the places you’ll go!

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Ink

Posted on December 30, 2020 by John Biscello

There are some of us, a strange lot, who enjoy rolling around in spools of text and bathing in wet ink— for fun, for pleasure. It is not a recommended past-time, but rather one that is born from the necessity … Continue reading →

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Cosmos

Posted on December 30, 2020 by John Biscello

To have an open dialogue with the cosmos through a sensitive antenna of a flower with lavender petals crowning my head was something I used to scoff at or dismiss. And now? I am a gardener, tilling seeds of moonlight … Continue reading →

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Death Rides In On A Pony

Posted on December 29, 2020 by John Biscello

When Death showed up on a broken-down pony, I scoffed. This, really? What, Death said, looking around, unsure as to who or what I was referring. You’re Death, right? Yes. THE Death? You can check my I.D. And you’ve come … Continue reading →

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Please Don’t Tell Me It Is Reality

Posted on December 24, 2020 by John Biscello

Please don’t tell me it is reality. Please don’t try and persuade and convince me of how very real it is or must be because it has appeared in a dozen social media feeds cross-referenced by noise layered on top … Continue reading →

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Alchemical Cahoots

Posted on December 24, 2020 by John Biscello

There are, the wizard explained, contracts with the invisible world. There are binding contracts. And ones that can be dissolved. How can I tell the difference between one and another? Listen. Listen for what? Listen. For? Listen for listening. Listen … Continue reading →

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If Angels

Posted on December 23, 2020 by John Biscello

It isn’t easy to mend broken wings. It takes time and something else. Ask any angel you see walking down the street weighed down by unspecified cargo, or, those that are touring the backs of their brains in search of … Continue reading →

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Feast

Posted on December 22, 2020 by John Biscello

Every utterance, meat and bone in a mutable feast, in which you, as chef and patron alike, come to understand the nature of appetite in relation to words seasoned for infinite digestion.

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Yours Truly

Posted on December 22, 2020 by John Biscello

Mystery can only be expressed through Mystery– its reflection that of a feather casting a shadow upon a wind that holds forever in the lightest regard.

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