Category Archives: photography

Edie, Interrupted

Posted on February 10, 2025 by John Biscello

Splitting images, resurrection on a loop– Stripping for heaven.

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The Menken

Posted on February 10, 2025 by John Biscello

She, the Menken, Byronic in flame and force, mastered the art of social media long before technology caught up, selling the illusion of a man/ woman bound naked to a horse; she, the salacious Mazeppa, incited a modern storm, long … Continue reading →

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Dietrich in Heaven

Posted on February 5, 2025 by John Biscello

My spoken word piece, “Dietrich in Heaven” is now live in the Open Mic section of New Pop Lit, a publication whose mission is to fuse pop writing with the literary, creating a new hybrid.

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Meaning of the Mob

Posted on January 26, 2025 by John Biscello
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Directions Home

Posted on January 20, 2025 by John Biscello

Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, and Carl Jung walk into a bar in heaven…

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First Cut

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Hard to move forward,when bound to what’s gone–She bought a new pairof industrial scissors. (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)

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I Don’t Wanna Work on Daddy’s Farm No More

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Nesting, she broodedon the future of free range–No claims to hold her. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Disintegration (The Cure)

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

No sitters to tend,solvent to its own winter–If these floors could talk. (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Girl, Interrupted

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

The girl in the chairis no longer the girl in the chair,she is neither here nor there,she is always and forget-me-not,soul-spray and glacial uproarcausing a siege,she is the spidery patternsof her exploded heart,woven in to the ritual symmetryof a fibrous … Continue reading →

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Body Double

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

It would be the last time, the last thinning whatever that gave night its fool’s edge and lyrical tilt— Scraping half-moon fingernails against famished odds, he briefly paused to consider the bottomless gorge of a hungry ghost demanding of its … Continue reading →

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