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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.

Debut Screening

Posted on June 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Some snaps from the world premiere screening of our short film The Bride.

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Beyond the Veil

Posted on May 21, 2024 by John Biscello

From isolated fragments to alchemizing makeover, see THE BRIDE’S metamorphic journey on the big screen at the TCA: one night only, Thursday, May 30th @ 6pm. Film screening will be preceded by a live musical performance by singer and multi-instrumentalist, … Continue reading →

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The Bride film screening

Posted on April 23, 2024 by John Biscello

Coming to the Taos Center for the Arts this May. Prior to the debut screening of the film, there will be a live musical performance by vocalist and multi-instrumentalist, Diatom Deli, whose songs are featured in the film. THE BRIDEIn the … Continue reading →

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The Bride

Posted on April 19, 2024 by John Biscello

We are excited to announce that our short film THE BRIDE will have its debut screening next month. The twin-bill evening will begin with a live musical performance by Diatom Deli , a vocalist and multi-instrumentalist from Nashville, whose songs … Continue reading →

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Here Today…

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

People who vanish, where exactly do they go? Thin air holds secrets.

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Notes in Passing

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

The old man in the blue hat, short-sleeve white shirt, gray pants, blue sneakers, seated on a canvas folding chair staked on a plot of grass, the old man’s elected vantage point from which to enjoy his beer and watch … Continue reading →

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Transit

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

No words to describe this passing sense, here now gone— Dreaming in real-time.  

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Portrait

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

In the hospitable equation of a bicycle, lighted doors and people we cannot see, a hypnogogic nocturne forms of its own accord, begetting incalculable solitude and lore to the trespasses of dreaming.

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Penumbra

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

We practice intimacy in scales, from a near warmed distance— a concentrated swath of light, calling us forth, entreats our internal orphan to find fugitive solace in the softly respiring aura of solitude.

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Night Beat

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

It is in these moments when the pumpkin orange glow of the lanterns softens the streets and the bicycles lined up in rows compose portraits of ordered symmetry, that the night turns in on itself, and with it goes I, … Continue reading →

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