Tag Archives: cindy sherman

Holy Night

Posted on July 24, 2019 by John Biscello

It began, innocently, with the allure of velvet-dark and musky incense, then it became something else, or she did, a girl with a ribbed dream-life, in which she and God found each other, spread severely thin upon the wetted meshes … Continue reading →

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Somewhere

Posted on July 24, 2019 by John Biscello

Chafing, with matted scales of light, became the cinematic measures by which her solitude was visaged and defined.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Current

Posted on July 24, 2019 by John Biscello

There is a tiredness which sleep cannot cure; there is a life, undimmed, surging unprotected beyond these walls.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)    

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Caligari’s Bride

Posted on July 24, 2019 by John Biscello

It was a wrong turn, modeling a cobbled geography of hell, that led her down and away from the sorceress she had been once upon a time in someone else’s kingdom of rape and vampires.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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This Century or Next

Posted on July 23, 2019 by John Biscello

Perhaps, in a hundred years, none of this would matter— the man across the street would just be a man and not her husband holding hands with that bitch from 5-C who had the nerve to knock on their door … Continue reading →

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Crosswalk

Posted on July 23, 2019 by John Biscello

There was a staggered repeatability to her days which she counted upon for a semblance of security and rightness, so you can imagine her surprise when she looked across the street and saw a woman identical to herself, same head … Continue reading →

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Holding Pattern

Posted on July 23, 2019 by John Biscello

Was it fate, a fire sale, history? The longest-running soap serial was drawing to a close, if only the damned latch hadn’t been broken, if only escape plans could be executed without the claim of baggage.   (Photo by Cindy … Continue reading →

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At a Loss

Posted on July 11, 2019 by John Biscello

No matter how many times she played it over and over in her mind she couldn’t for the life of her digest the magnitude of what had been taken and why.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Homecoming

Posted on July 11, 2019 by John Biscello

All it would take is a single match, and everything inside her that had dried into tinder. Funny, that it would be the house and not her engulfed in flames, but the heat would blister and violently press needles into … Continue reading →

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Movie Still

Posted on July 10, 2019 by John Biscello

Could they see through her? Her want of glamour preserved, though absence laid claim?   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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