Category Archives: Cinema

Zuzu’s Petals

Posted on December 21, 2025 by John Biscello

A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

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Hymn

Posted on December 21, 2025 by John Biscello

We are here, but briefly,shadows of candle-lightdancing between dust and choir,day and night,so consider todaya good dayto begin, or to continueunwrapping yourself,and giving you to you as a gift,your soul rightfully taggedas both receiver and sender,in what constitutesa wild embracing … Continue reading →

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Event Horizon

Posted on December 18, 2025 by John Biscello

Two upcoming events in Los Angeles for The Last Furies. The weekend literary mini-tour will include: Sat., January 17th at 7pm at Reverie Bookstand (1519 W. Sunset Blvd) Sun., January 18th at 2pm at Lucky 13 Micro-Gallery (391 Coronado Ave., … Continue reading →

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Lucky 13 in Long Beach

Posted on December 12, 2025 by John Biscello

Thank you in advance to Lucky 13 Gallery for hosting what will be a second event for The Last Furies during Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend in January 2026 (the first will take place at Reverie Bookstand on January 17th). I am excited … Continue reading →

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The Last Word podcast

Posted on December 11, 2025 by John Biscello

“Fascinating insights into the ‘storied and wild mind’ of author, playwright, poet and performer John Biscello with his latest book The Last Furies. Our far-ranging conversation takes us from his home in the “grunge-wonderland” of Taos to lands of fables … Continue reading →

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City Lights

Posted on December 11, 2025 by John Biscello

There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something’s happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue. Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading →

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The Last Word

Posted on December 9, 2025 by John Biscello

It was a treat getting to chat with Carly Newfeld on the Last Word podcast (KSFR, Santa Fe Public Radio), as we talked about wild mind, inspiration, the richness of solitude and silence, and my new novel, The Last Furies, … Continue reading →

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Intimate Measures

Posted on December 3, 2025 by John Biscello

It is a lonely road. The road made of words. The words stay put. The feelings don’t. The words crystallize, become the flambed edges of something soft in the center. It is a struggle within, and a turn-on, mud-wrestling false … Continue reading →

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Daybreak

Posted on November 30, 2025 by John Biscello

We forget vividly. Absence glares and ghosts inwardly, a brutal slate of charged pixels. We find ourselves shrinking and recoiling in the hospitable siege of light—projecting, wanting, myopic as the day is long. We question ourselves. We are changed. How? … Continue reading →

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Cinema

Posted on November 24, 2025 by John Biscello

If cinema is a tomb, then let us die watching. The angel over my shoulder is hunched, opaque, morphing. None of us ever leave behind the darkened theater. We are here, always. Sanctuary, haven, enclave, respite, sitting tight … Continue reading →

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