Category Archives: Poetry

Golden Silence

Posted on April 16, 2025 by John Biscello

Happy birthday, Charles Spencer Chaplin, and thanks for tramping around on-screen with such zest, pluck, vim, and gilded tenderness. Tatters in half-light,the poor heart’s lonely hunting–shreds of pure love, sown.

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The Wonder Years

Posted on April 14, 2025 by John Biscello

We are here but briefly, fingered skeins and finite exhales threaded within a spiraling fable of ordered repetitions and infinite respiration— We are the supplest of gilded elegies, membered to the magnetic cause of wake and dream.

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Neverland Noir Debuts

Posted on April 10, 2025 by John Biscello

Thank you to the Taos News,  Ekin Balcıoğlu, and Lynne Robinson, for providing this wonderful article and coverage on our upcoming original production, Neverland Noir: https://www.taosnews.com/tempo/arts/neverland-noir-a-classic-tale-dipped-in-shadow/article_79203892-e35c-5522-a249-a085f7d81670.html

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Buon Compleanno, John Fante!

Posted on April 8, 2025 by John Biscello

(John Fante, April 8th, 1909-May 8th, 1983) Inferiority might have been your first memory. Though you were born on American soil, stubbornly planted there, the chinked chains of immigration clanked and rattled, Marley-style, tightening round your throat, as you butted … Continue reading →

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All That Jazz

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

In the Beginning was the Be All End All, and from out of lidless silence and void emerged a beat, hailing another beat, and it wasn’t long before the Universe, speaking in tongues and verses, was percussin’ its ass off … Continue reading →

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Fool’s Play

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

The lighted lot and plight of fools is dancing an inspired jig, duly possessed, at cliff’s edge, in tuning for an epic plunge into the necessary unknown, or, sacred is as sacred does, when testing talismanic runes against gravity’s proof … Continue reading →

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Twice Five Miles podcast interview

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

It was an absolute pleasure being a guest on the Twice Five Miles podcast with James Nave, getting to discuss youth theater, the writing life, creative process, and many other things under the sun and moon.

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Bare

Posted on April 3, 2025 by John Biscello

Cause to the effect are the children of the revolution of imperishable blooms, nuptial and slant in their trembling offshoots, they beseech, in coded air— By all means necessary, cede to the lasting proof of light tendered to fuse and … Continue reading →

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Here, Now

Posted on April 2, 2025 by John Biscello

All is a mutable feast, a panoply and paragon of lore and dropped beats, of here, and not here, all at once— effect upon the cause are the visionary takes of the radiant children, sampling source-feed from stunning slates of … Continue reading →

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Stan and Ollie

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

(April Fool’s Day, 2025: a haiku honoring the dynamic cuckoo duo of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy.) Genius, in trespassing,has its necessary fools–Supreme gag order.

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