Monthly Archives: August 2017

Reboot

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Another Red Dawn or Day of the Living Dead? Shit, old scripts die hard.

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Fur

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Runaway model on Heaven’s 7th catwalk– Go to tell, PETA.    

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Little Red

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

To clearly separate fiction from fact: Little Red ran, not in terror, but to grab an ax from the back of her well-stocked shed– the Wolf, as you can plainly see, never stood a chance against Little Red’s darker twin, Wrath, … Continue reading →

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Anne Sexton

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

  In a ballroom gown, the suicide was delayed– Beauty, will you stay?    

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Entry

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

You cannot have her, many women in one cloak– split down the middle?    

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Anais’s Verizon Plan

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

With a diarist’s intimacy and candor, Anais composed her dawnrise text to Henry and then hit SEND, grateful for the fast-flying expedient breath of a cellular technology that had yet to be invented.  

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Adah Isaacs Menken, 1835-1868

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

She, the Menken, Byronic in flame and force, mastered the art of social media long before technology caught up, selling the illusion of a man/ woman bound naked to a horse; she, the salacious Mazeppa, incited a modern storm, long … Continue reading →

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Yellow

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Yellow encroaches upon Jesus in grease-paint– a solar eclipse.

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Moliere Dreams of Noir

Posted on August 18, 2017 by John Biscello

It was a blue Monday when she walked into my office, flaming red and smoking green– Drink this, she said, it will make you bigger– it was then that I realized, the gun in my pocket, the stubs in the … Continue reading →

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Mating Call

Posted on August 18, 2017 by John Biscello

In a traceless sky, Dali’s lovebird moustaches– Dada’s nature call.

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