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Tag Archives: echoes
Cameo
Our lot is a sorry one also blessed. None of us object. Out here we feast on slimming heaps of gratitude. No one is greedy. No one complains. We no longer expect answers from the answerless even though we keep … Continue reading
The Unseen
We lie here in fields dreaming unseen and fondle ourselves forgetting ourselves. In intermittent flashes elegies come as summons as reminders advertising what it was like to be human whenever that was. What was it like to be human the … Continue reading
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Tagged calling, echoes, elegy, felt, heather ross, photography, Prose, story, unseen, words
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Echoes Extended
Grief attends to the bones. And does so listening to the spaces between the hollows where the ghosts are held hissing where loss compounded by fractures gives rise to near distant voices crying out on behalf of all that’s gone … Continue reading
Reform
Out here we fast on slimming heaps of gratitude. None of us are greedy. Everyone gets their helpings. We chow down on gratitude and then pass it along making sure everyone gets their fill. Gratitude has become our beef stock … Continue reading
Film Treatment
She had played dress-up to echo the life without– At twilight, she’d shed. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
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Tagged cindy sherman, echoes, haiku, John Biscello, photography, the city, the clothes we wear, untitled film still
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Catalog
The sea is the sea but it is also a sound recording of the sea, it is Memory, shroud and fathomless, and freighted with echoes. It is the case history of forgotten species and myths, the ghostlight of dead stars.
John Biscello 