Tag Archives: Brassai

Henry Miller

Posted on September 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Stalking new language, the happy scribbler tramped through Heaven’s back-roads.

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Bike

Posted on August 23, 2017 by John Biscello

Man, woman, desire, a lonely bike unmounted– mist’s inchoate touch.

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Flint

Posted on June 8, 2016 by John Biscello

A scissored valentine walked into a hard case. The floor, a silent witness, held its tongue. It was one of those Sundays that was acting like a Tuesday. Scrambled eggs, jazz, and a wet book of matches. This wasn’t going … Continue reading →

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Aperture

Posted on April 30, 2016 by John Biscello

Fade, how the light, contracting Amnesia, tenderly submits by subtly engaging a trick lens.

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