Monthly Archives: March 2018

No Sound, No Fury

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Moses, caped in shroud, awaiting new commandments– Silence, turned up loud.   (Photo by Edward Steichen)

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Vortex

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Inevitable, the vortex calling her back– Little girl’s first loss.   (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Haste

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Through the looking glass, lovers caught multiplying, like rabbits in haste.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Phantom Itch

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Hand, to buy or rent, if phantom props are your thing– Body optional.   (Photo by Man Ray)

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Lash

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

The scarring gleam, to produce penitent beads of sorrow, through a lashed eye, darkly.   (Photo by Man Ray)  

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Closer

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

You said you knew me, but really, what did you know? Closer, I dare you.   (Photo by Man Ray)    

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Pulpit

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.

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Lodge

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Hell, according to Sartre, is other people. When I arrived, god knows where, silence, dust, clouds, a time-scarred sign and not a soul anywhere to be found, I began, in earnest, and jest, to wonder if Sartre was right, heaven, … Continue reading →

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Beach

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Life, give us a break, Love, the loafer’s paradise, childlike in its reign.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Footsteps

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Every last kiss, a rupture in her psyche– Unsteady walk home.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)    

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