Monthly Archives: March 2020

Starfucking

It was driving me crazy. I couldn’t stand the teasing anymore, the eternal seductiveness, so I fabled right through the roof and into the capacious night-sky to be with the stars, those luminous coquettes and avatars of celestial elegance, on … Continue reading

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Lit Trailers

A series of trailers that were created for two of my novels: Broken Land and Nocturne Variations (Unsolicited Press). Videos and music by Anthony Distefano.

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Nursery Bones

A radio play by John Biscello, originally aired on KNCE (Taos). Existential burlesque in which layers are peeled and the past/present/future converge in the name of love everlasting. Featuring John Biscello and Kirry Nelson, with music by Ben Wright.   … Continue reading

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Upstart Scarecrow

Spoken Word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright)

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Dietrich in Heaven

Spoken Word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright)

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The Horse’s Mouth

Spoken word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright)

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If Sylvia Plath and L.L. Cool J. Had Gotten Down

  Spoken word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright).

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Wingspan

Winged, we found ourselves baiting spools of thinning air— Ground and us, parting.

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To the Lighthouse

Here it is, finally. A séance for the living, real-time cinema for possessed bones and sad visionless ghosts, who are on the cusp of claiming their spacious reams of empty, and time-locked vagrancy. The door behind the door has never … Continue reading

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Touch-screen

Am I projecting how cinema becomes us? Screens to mirror touch.

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