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Luminaries

Posted on December 15, 2021 by John Biscello

She came to know himthrough the brushwork of fingers–Light, the common touch.

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Plays for Young People

Posted on December 8, 2021 by John Biscello

The original plays that I have written for young people, during my tenure as a drama teacher and as the director of a youth theater ensemble, are downloadable as reading/performance resources on Teachers Pay Teachers. Plays, which cover an age … Continue reading →

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What Fools May Come

Posted on April 1, 2018 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) I found a wooden table tucked away in a corner of the room which was directly opposite the Biographies section. I quickly learned that the table had a gimp leg and wobbled when I wrote. … Continue reading →

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Fools Rush In

Posted on April 1, 2018 by John Biscello

To all those wise, beautiful fools who have brought the medicine of joy and laughter to life, I salute you:   Slapstick’s trinity, a monotheistic gag– Salvation’s last laugh.   Genius, in trespassing, has its necessary fools– Supreme gag order. … Continue reading →

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Cinema

Posted on May 25, 2017 by John Biscello

Framed, the naked, unabashed glee of a littleboy protected by the fact that she, the blind girl, cannot pin nor freeze him as a tramp; ennobled by faith and feeling alone, he has matched his character to the white flower … Continue reading →

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My Grandmother, My Chaplin

Posted on April 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Raking the Dust, honoring the birthdays of my grandmother (April 15th) and Charlie Chaplin (April 16th). In times of hardship and heartache my grandmother would recite St. Teresa’s Prayer or sing Charlie Chaplin’s “Smile” in a warbly and … Continue reading →

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