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Neo-Realism

Posted on August 22, 2019 by John Biscello

There was something about a white telephone, unringing, that made her think of tightly wound spirals of cigarette-smoke in Italian films, or poorly lit hotel rooms where actresses played to the pall of their silence and wanting. Any moment now, … Continue reading →

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Want Ad

Posted on August 22, 2019 by John Biscello

After one year, one month, and two days, what she called her unsentimental education, she understood the city to be both a cryptic boneyard and high-rise projection which excluded her from any real contact. God, how she loved holding it … Continue reading →

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Welcome to the Terrordome

Posted on August 22, 2019 by John Biscello

She remembered how her friend used to say fear was an acronym for False Evidence Appearing Real. Another one she had come across— Fuck Everything and Run. She was, at present, beyond the scope and warrant of both acronyms. Real … Continue reading →

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Gusty Winds May Exist

Posted on August 14, 2019 by John Biscello

Gusty Winds May Exist. This was the sign I saw on the highway when driving back from Albuquerque. Gusty Winds May Exist. Which, speculatively insinuates, they may also not exist. A climate conundrum and barometric riddle to challenge everything you thought you knew about … Continue reading →

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Pressure Cooker

Posted on August 13, 2019 by John Biscello

Sometimes the last straw was a torn grocery bag while several cracked eggs bled yolk onto the floor and you heard his key in the front door and the blackening notion that any one of the pans would do the … Continue reading →

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Room to Spare

Posted on August 13, 2019 by John Biscello

At a lighted remove, she coerces solitude into a tender rapport with her barest haunt.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Looking Without

Posted on August 13, 2019 by John Biscello

The simplest means to revelation, and perhaps revolution, was to stay away from mirrors and the masks which justified their glaring reproof.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Light Becomes Her

Posted on August 9, 2019 by John Biscello

There was never going to be any show, she knew that. Yet she fed on the light to counteract an unappeasable hunger, to star where the emptiness reamed darkest.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Sight-Line

Posted on August 9, 2019 by John Biscello

After watching the bruised legacy of her childhood pass her by out of the corner of her eye, she had developed an astigmatism which, in effect, bred her glaring suspicion of distance, and violent need of its diffuse edges.   … Continue reading →

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The Movie You Didn’t See

Posted on August 8, 2019 by John Biscello

Superimposed onto a world which left her mute, wondering how and why, she sought out a base template through which her blues could be projected from a distance softly near to sublime.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)    

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