Tag Archives: Taos

Brooklyn in Taos

Posted on May 3, 2018 by John Biscello

  In anticipation of Unsolicited Press’s summer re-release of my first novel, Broken Land, A Brooklyn Tale, a reading from the archives.

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What Fools May Come

Posted on April 1, 2018 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) I found a wooden table tucked away in a corner of the room which was directly opposite the Biographies section. I quickly learned that the table had a gimp leg and wobbled when I wrote. … Continue reading →

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Snapshot

Posted on March 29, 2018 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Seven years later, reflecting upon an analytical snapshot held up to the light: Thirty-three, unemployed, a boatload of debt, drinking excessively, divorcee, amateur plumber of shit-clogged pipe dreams—when I got my head stuck up my … Continue reading →

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Meeting D.J.

Posted on March 28, 2018 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) I see you decided to join me. I didn’t want you to drink alone. We sat at an empty table flanking the wall. The band was now playing a mournful ballad.  Something about two lovers … Continue reading →

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Riot’s Rake

Posted on March 17, 2018 by John Biscello

Grateful for Ashleigh Grycner’s review of Raking the Dust, which appears in the latest installment of Riot Material, and coincides with RTD’s April 3rd relaunch. Raking the Dust, John Biscello’s masterful second novel, is first and foremost a novel about second … Continue reading →

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I’m Here

Posted on March 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Day after day after day modeling ripe, fugitive blankness, to the siege of passers-by who smiled sweetly and pointed at the coat, the dress, the bow, yet none of them saw what wasn’t blatantly advertised, the age-old curse which kept … Continue reading →

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Baffle

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

It had been a long climb up the steps, and an even longer journey to get there. And now this. The man, who had been a boy when he started the trip, paused, to catch his breath, to settle into … Continue reading →

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Wisp

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Stray leaf, prey to numinous strands of web, Ephemera’s passage, frozen, discreetly, to divine wisp from perish.

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Ssshh!

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Solitary bench, modeling its full silence– lovers secrets, ssshh!

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Bench

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

You know the story, the bench, the promise, the waiting, the interminable stretch of waiting, and the love that never returned, as the girl became a woman and then dead. You know the legend, how the woman is still waiting, … Continue reading →

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