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Monthly Archives: June 2019
Still Life w/ Cuckoos
Meet Marilyn and James. Film stills from Ballad of the Cuckoos. Indiegogo campaign launching soon. Stay tuned.
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged ballad of the cuckoos, campaigning for cuckoos, cinemagical, existential torch song, film, New Mexico, Surrealism
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Slow Burn
Out here, things were different. The rough patches felt, if not smoother, then at least manageable. This was also a place where she could check her dreams at the door, and not pay them the kind of mind that always … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cindy sherman, John Biscello, out there, photography, poem, smoking, the woods, untitled film still
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Same As It Ever Was
It wasn’t her house, her nightgown, her anything. And the old woman in the sun hat snoring like a phlegmatic breeze— Who was she? Existential hangovers are the worst, she thought to herself, as she tried to piece together hazy … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cindy sherman, hangover, into the black again, John Biscello, poem, untitled film still, watching the days go by
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One Way or Another
Amorphic, within a repertory of hints, she claimed his intrigue through a slow pooling of variations on an undisclosed theme.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged amorphic us, backlit lovesong, John Biscello, poem, screentime
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Ephemera
We are bodies intercepting light, to impress upon this glaring slate of a world the riveting trespass of an outline, soluble in its rapt bidding for love and loss.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged all that gloaming, backlit, infinite love, John Biscello, mortal love, poem, shadow praymates
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Shadow Theater
A veil, comprised of symmetry and tone, to tease the liminal cover-up of our nothingness, revealed as kin to poem.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, look-see, poem, shadow play, shadow theater, through the half-lighted glass
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Tapestry
Rehearsing the rites of grief, and touched by symmetry, we tailor the sheerest lengths of love, stitch by determined stitch, skeining the lore of fading hours to a most marvelous hitch and letting.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged down by the sea, in praise of, John Biscello, numberless days, symmetry for love's sake, wavelength
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The Girl of My Stars
I practice my grief, I refine it, for when you are gone, for when I am gone— my love for you is reachless, meaning for so many years I carried vagrant distances within me, or they carried me, bated and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged devotion, John Biscello, lovesong by the sea, ode, poem, starmates, the way of water
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Reel Time
Where was I then, or better yet, who? All night long I listen to the edges of old photographs brushing against the delicate contours of memory, and thank god for windows and doors. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cindy sherman, haunted, John Biscello, never again, poem, untitled film still, windows
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On Spec
Consider the script– Girl, unmade by past trauma, sees angels, and yields. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel time, black and white, cindy sherman, girl in the pictures, haiku, John Biscello, poem, untitled film still
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