Monthly Archives: October 2020

Through A Glass Darkly

Posted on October 11, 2020 by John Biscello

She paused, to reflect upon how, in this house, there would never be a shortage of glasses, they’d never run out. Forever, the company of herself, abolished in the throes of forgetting. #49 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy … Continue reading →

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Twilight Zone

Posted on October 11, 2020 by John Biscello

The waiting wasn’t anything new. It was the open spaces, the promise of breathing room, which was eerily unfamiliar. She catalogued what she had packed, and what she had left behind,. while assuming the burden of distance to match the … Continue reading →

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The Sun Also Rises

Posted on October 11, 2020 by John Biscello

As the water softened the earth in the garden, she peered out from under her sunhat to gauge if that dark thing coiled by the fence was a snake, and if so, by god, could it be smiling? #47 from … Continue reading →

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Water Baby

Posted on October 9, 2020 by John Biscello

As a child, they had tried to scare her with stories of Jaws, and other undersea dangers. Her mother wanted her to be safe, which meant keeping her as close to shore as possible. Now, out there, alone, bobbing, she … Continue reading →

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Breathing Lessons

Posted on October 9, 2020 by John Biscello

Goggles refract light was the first lesson she learned. How to breathe underwater with no apparatus was the second which enabled a lucid surrogate life below the surface. #45 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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Transience

Posted on October 9, 2020 by John Biscello

She never did go anywhere, you know? Some ghosts become totemic stand-bys for the lives they never lived, for potentialties that passed, in solemn wisp, from dream to dream, then fade. #44 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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Endangered

Posted on October 8, 2020 by John Biscello

All the maidens had gone extinct. The debutantes too. She found herself in this place, alone, a Bardo stage set for a film that would never be made about women who scorched revolution into the earth while kneading forgiveness, for … Continue reading →

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Faith

Posted on October 8, 2020 by John Biscello

She believed there was a place for her,  a venerated quarry, or wedge of corner, somewhere that wouldn’t be overlooked by the gossamer sentience of light falling. #42 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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Pin-Up

Posted on October 8, 2020 by John Biscello

Cased in lucid glare she modeled herself as a pin-up sacrifice to the ribbed shadows that dyed her silence. #41 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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If Only

Posted on October 8, 2020 by John Biscello

She turned, obliquely, to reframe her perspective— Maybe one last chance? #40 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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