Tag Archives: John Biscello

Arclight

I am happy to announce that my debut poetry collection, Arclight, will be published in 2019 by Indie Blu(e) Publishing. More details to follow. Advertisements

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Fade-In

We are not here to tiptoe through the garden at night. We balance on the edge of a slow-whirling blade, a smooth silver plane with teeth, belonging to a star, unnamed, its heart a fiery proof and fade of joy … Continue reading

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Something Twisted This Way Comes

Runaway, androgynist, shadow-puppeteer, Neverland refugee, nimbic love-child of Edie Sedgwick and Holden Caulfield. Enter the world of Piers this November 30th.

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taoStyling

Interview in taoStyle, revolving around Taos, New York, the writing life, and my new novel, Nocturne Variations. “Brooklyn, New York born and raised author, poet, playwright and spoken word performance artist, John Biscello, has called Taos home since 2001. The … Continue reading

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David Lynch’s Room to Dream

Review of the new bio-memoir, Room to Dream, written by David Lynch and Krisitine McKenna. “For the past forty somewhat years, David Lynch has dreamscaped a long day’s journey into night, taking audiences on a hallucinated tour through the underworld … Continue reading

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Decree

If you are wondering what is happening to the earth, or what that sound is you hear at night, halfway between dream and mortar, rest easy, it is simply women waking up to move mountains, by order of the Moon’s … Continue reading

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Nimbically Yours

Piers, the nimbic embodiment of all that there is, right now. New Romanticism in the air. Nocturne.  It’s what clouds eat for breakfast.

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Swinger

Piers, at play, in the swingland of shadows and thinned veils.

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Wings and Prayers

“Armed with burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”–Arthur Rimbaud Piers, rocking the morphlife, growing her wings. Nocturne rising. Pinkmilk dawn on its tender heels.

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What Dreams May Come

Piers, cloud-crowned, reflectively slotted in her shadowlife. Nocturne on the horizon.    

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