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Hansel’s Primal Urges
A house in the woods,
rumors of a shapely witch–
The risk of foreplay.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blood sugar sex magick, fairy tale, haiku, hansel and gretel xxx, house in the woods, John Biscello, poem
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Confidentially Speaking
Who, what, where and when,
stories love lighted windows
at night, plot thickens.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, John Biscello, new mex confidential, park at night, poem, voyeur, window
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A Theater Near You
Angels sacrifice
the molten blood of their light
to make still life films.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blood of poets, dinner and a movie, dreamscaping, haiku, John Biscello, moviemaking at sunset, poem
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The Human Chronicles
How reassuring
to know that this scene,
this Martian postcard
of halcyon rupture,
of phoenixes rapturing
in legion,
lives inside of us,
the history
and legacy
of our cells
functioning as projectors
through which eternal dreamstock
engages the audience
of our divinest core.
Scenes from a Marriage
Sometimes, when lucky,
you can catch the process
of creation, its cinemagical flux,
in the sundered middle of scene changes.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged Bergman in Heaven, Director's Cut, fresh miracles, it's a kind of cinemagic, John Biscello, poem, scene work
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Nocturne’s Day in the Sun
My third novel, Nocturne Variations, has officially released and is now available through Amazon and other outlets. For those who read the book, reviews posted on Amazon, Goodreads, Barnes & Noble, and other sites are always deeply appreciated and help “the literary engine that could.”
“Nocturne Variations includes an arrangement of features that one might consider too ambitious. On the contrary, these pieces intermingle with the narrative quite naturally. Poems; diary entries; newspaper excerpts; interviews; notable quotes; and notes on cinema all operate as single vehicles with a shared destination. This composite not only makes odd sense, but it excites.
Biscello’s command of dialogue interested me because of the unusual structure, and I’d quickly decided that standard formation would have only disrupted the story’s distinctive movement. This novel is proof that he is one of the great visionary authors of today. He impresses with his employment of unconventional construction, multiple points of view, and cinematic scene direction without sacrificing a single thread of the human element.
Simply put, this novel is bold in design and syntax. As an author, ravenous reader, cinephile, and lover of art, I challenge anyone to argue that John Biscello’s Nocturne Variations does not qualify as both avant-garde literature and multimedia artwork.”
Kindra M. Austin, Riot Material
Posted in Books, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged as the world Nocturnes, book, happy birthday!, John Biscello, Neverland 5.0, Publication, shadowplay, unsolicited press
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Request
When I splinter,
and I know I will,
blow gently upon the shavings
and dust, and perhaps,
if you are compelled,
trace a line or two,
an abstract doodle,
into the finite grains of my asymmetry,
and in honoring your broken,
I will do the same for you.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art projects for lovers, breaking into the light, honoring ritual, John Biscello, love is real, poem
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The Wonder Years
There is no cure,
no failsafe remedy
that can be bought and sold,
bargained or commissioned, from without–
You must become first
best mate to your own soul,
and you,
like the voyage,
may find a course
aligned to the irresistible tow
of wonder.
Hello, Goodbye
The day she traded
her worn cross for a feather
the air kissed the light.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged air, airing out one's burden, John Biscello, Light, poem, proof of love, the unbearable lightness of grieving
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