Category Archives: Prose

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

Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized | Tagged captain hook, classic, fable, fairies, live performance, mermaids, New Mexico, noir, performing arts, peter pan remixed, pirates, Taos News, wendy, youth theter | Leave a comment

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 →

Posted in Books, Cinema, Poetry, Prose, Publications | Tagged 1930s, arturo bandini, ask the dust, bandini quartet, happy birthday, homage, Italian-American, john fante, los angeles, writer | 1 Comment

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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Sonata of the I

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

The hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying the virtues of scat (in every sense of the word), roving through starched cardstock fields in search of an impossible flower and its stingy nettles—proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s gullet … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged fiction, music, pilgrimage, Poetry, Prose, samuel beckett, self, solipsistic kicks, sonata, story, variations on I, what's in a name | Leave a comment

Pilgrimage of the I

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

A hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying the virtues of scat (in every sense of the word), wandering through starched cardstock fields in search of an impossible flower and its stingy nettles— proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged fiction, ghosts, I, poem, Poetry, road trip, samuel beckett, self, solipsism, vaudeville, wanderer, writing | Leave a comment

Beckett’s Sonata

Posted on March 31, 2025 by John Biscello

A hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying scat (in every sense of the word), wandering through starched cardstock fields in search of a stingy flower, proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s gullet scorched by streaks of sungold (this, … Continue reading →

Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose, Theater | Tagged fiction, Godot's godchildren, krapp, malone, mercier et camier, molloy, murphy, Poetry, Prose, samuel beckett, travel, writing | Leave a comment

Sphinx

Posted on March 28, 2025 by John Biscello

Convicted sphinx to beguiling raptures, and time-spanned sync-holes, literary enigma, Clarice Lispector, understood keenly the tolling of ruptures within, sowing breath’s metered and fasting threads to the fractional seethe of holy and lent.

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Because the Night

Posted on March 27, 2025 by John Biscello

In lyrical, abetted praise of Patti Smith, white witch torchbearer of punk mettle and lightning bones— She, wildly grown and gutter-starred, remains in love and swelling thrall to the Romantic timbre and clash of Rimbaud’s unrelenting wake, or Plath’s penning … Continue reading →

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Bolano and Me

Posted on March 26, 2025 by John Biscello

Last night I dreamed of Roberto Bolaño. Or he of me. We were sitting at a dimly lit café, a subterranean plot of a café, and Bolaño was drinking chamomile tea. In the latter stages of his life chamomile tea … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged boxing, cafe, chamomile tea, chile, creative-writing, dream, fiction, Literary, literature, poem, Poetry, roberto bolano, writer's life, writing | Leave a comment

Outlaw Country

Posted on March 19, 2025 by John Biscello

“Outlaw Country,” an excerpt from my novel, None So Distant, published in Spare Parts Literary Magazine as part of their From the Desk series: Reports of fringy lore on lost highways. Point-counterpoint in a twangy battle of wills. Stay tuned. … Continue reading →

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