Category Archives: Prose

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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Melodrama

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

Let’s start with this photo, the comic melodrama in which you, perfectly staged, are wearing a blue pinafore dress, your dark hair gagged in pigtails, mouth heavily lipsticked, cheeks cherubically rouged, your eyes two flashing ovals of abyss-pooling licorice, sweat … Continue reading →

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Blue

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

I knew this. Even before I met her, I knew this. But she, as an explicit confirmation, as a caretaker and symbiotic mouthpiece to my unsaid secrets, said, and so concisely—Dreams come out of the blue, returning to the blue. … Continue reading →

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Play

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

I have to imagine her death from every conceivable angle. She has assured me she will disappear, said that dying is a trick of the light, and everyone was enamored of the mirage, convinced, in on it, the gag. When … Continue reading →

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Stand-Up

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

This is not a not a novel. This is a rhapsody. I rhapsodize, I bubble, I ferment, I fount. The amassing of word-shaped sounds have become rhapsodies, digressions, solos within spheres and platforms of soul-sounding species and choruses, the every … Continue reading →

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