Category Archives: Artwork

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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Daisy-Chain

Posted on October 8, 2020 by John Biscello

Everything dissolved anyway, was how she consoled herself. She would do something, she would plant yellow daisies in the garden first thing tomorrow morning, yellow seemed appropriate, yes, even though the idea of morning seemed far-off and left her feeling … Continue reading →

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Plot Twist

Posted on October 8, 2020 by John Biscello

As if in a dream, or mottled gloam, she found herself bailing on the small needy child with grotesquely long tapered fingers– she found herself leaving home to an unmarked plot and its numberless ghosts. #38 from Untitled Film Poems … Continue reading →

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What We Lie About When We Lie About Love

Posted on October 7, 2020 by John Biscello

A getaway, he had reasoned brightly, it will be good for us, give us a chance to reconnect. Why did everything he said always sound perfectly rehearsed, a conviction born of rote directive? Was it the way he spoke, the … Continue reading →

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Slip

Posted on October 7, 2020 by John Biscello

Backlit to claim form, the shadow slipped over her and bared its longing. #36 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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Cauldron

Posted on October 7, 2020 by John Biscello

It had been a long hard winter. Discontent brewed and bubbled like witches tits in a seething cauldron. She had decided once and for all to fuck spring right between the eyes with the last of her husband’s whittled pride. … Continue reading →

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Storybook Ending

Posted on October 7, 2020 by John Biscello

It wasn’t her in the book, but it could be. Why couldn’t it be? If she modeled herself correctly, assuming the strictest code of due fiction, she could rival the heroine between the covers and rest easy, knowing others were … Continue reading →

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To Whom It May Concern

Posted on October 7, 2020 by John Biscello

The letters ran together, a blur, and vicious assembly, which forced her to comprehend an absence, with no prints to register. #33 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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