You Are Here

Posted on October 23, 2020 by John Biscello

To venerate,

the privilege of air

inside the ceremony of lungs

and chance, where you,

as an honored guest,

get to ripen and breathe

the adventure of your name

into a free-range universe.

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The Way of the Fool

Posted on October 22, 2020 by John Biscello

To marvel dumbly,

and trespass,

with a sense of the infinite

backlighting a wink–

this, the way of the Fool,

or sacred is as sacred does,

when trusting the air

in its holy relationship to plunge.

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Film Treatment

Posted on October 22, 2020 by John Biscello

Silence, within

a dark empty theater, starring

you on a blank screen.

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Calling

Posted on October 22, 2020 by John Biscello

Beyond the slimmest margins,

a paling, a cooling,

where you can assume

the role of engaged witness

and translate intimacy

into a remembered calling, a friend

without want or ceiling.

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Birthing Pains

Posted on October 22, 2020 by John Biscello

To see, everywhere,

brave little lights going up,

flares of hope and justice,

holding hands

to tip the scales

in a bond of solidarity,

a fire-chastened purge

and desire for change’s

holy golden grail,

the quest,

a blessed rhyme

and legacy,

with each and every

one of our hearts

breaking open

to scale the ribs of light

and become radical midwives

to a collective rebirth.

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At the Beckoning Edge

Posted on October 21, 2020 by John Biscello

Sometimes,

you’ve got to stand at the liminal edge,

equal parts trespass and yield,

your entire life a fragile ceremony

of plunge and arc,

respiring within spells of wonder.

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From Shards, a Cathedral

Posted on October 21, 2020 by John Biscello

From the absolute hovel

of unlettered ruins,

a crabby shard,

reflecting a tasseled badge of moonlight—

this, the modest origins

to ceremony and marvel,

as she built an outlaw cathedral

of self,

in which she dwelled and worshipped,

vagrantly hospitable

to the glittering harem of angels

who, nightly,

swooped down

to carve sacral

texts of light

upon her rumored longing

to grow sheer,

and host holy fire.

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Anthemic

Posted on October 21, 2020 by John Biscello

Comfort is a privilege,

yet kindness and dignity,

charity and compassion,

are spirit-given rights

and blessings,

the seeded marrow

and initiative

of our soul’s turnings

toward unequivocal light.

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Arson & Grace

Posted on October 21, 2020 by John Biscello

Collection of plays forthcoming from CSF Publishing.

Arson & Grace

Think of this collection as a black-market passport to a realm of lucid dreams and savage jest. Or as the splintered signpost to a crossroads where pop culture, mythology and surrealism intersect. Spanning a thirteen-year-period (2003-2016), Arson & Grace comprises eight plays written by John Biscello. In a world, which is warped sibling to ours, and reflected back to us through funhouse mirrors, you will find love, death, madness and family dysfunction given fresh theatrical makeovers, while meeting a motley assortment of characters straddling the blurred lines between reality and illusion. From penile-enlarged patriarchy to airports where babies are confiscated to werewolves who don’t waltz, the spirit of commedia dell’arte and “zanni,” is alive and well in the Wonderland playscapes of Biscello. Abandon reason all ye who enter here—and trespass lightly.  

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Brave New World

Posted on October 20, 2020 by John Biscello

We

are the keepers of the sacred fire,

the shapeshifters

and purveyors of starstuff undivided,

We,

tending to flocks of light and clouds,

understand that, come rain or come shine,

the founting marvels

from God’s lips, and breadth,

are a flagless scape

containing a ringed inheritance of gospel and blues,

a testimony to grace,

with love our code

and the immutable core nugget

through which we face our shadow

while turned toward the sun,

stepping boldly and bravely

into the glaring unknown.

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