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Tag Archives: ghosts
Plot Twist
As if in a dream, or mottled gloam, she found herself bailing on the small needy child with grotesquely long tapered fingers– she found herself leaving home to an unmarked plot and its numberless ghosts. #38 from Untitled Film Poems … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged cindy sherman, ghosts, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, the chase, untitled film poems, untitled film still
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Ghost Story
The turn of the screw, set her ghost to shivering– The blues became her. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ghosts, gothic nouveau, guess that's why they call it the blues, haiku, John Biscello, linda stojak
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Ghost Story
Running on empty every voice wondered where its body had gone.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged emptiness, ghosts, haiku, haunt, John Biscello, voices
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Cinema
In a starless sky, night hastens to remind us– Ghosts pass softly, fade.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged fade-in, fade-out, ghosts, haiku, John Biscello, night, poem, sky, Stars
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Ghosting
(Excerpt from Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale) I closed my notebook and sat motionless at my desk for a long while, feeling flat and infirm. Then, not able to put it off any longer, it was time to disengage my … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Broken Land a Brooklyn Tale, Brooklyn, coney island, ghosts, John Biscello, novel, Prose, unsolicited press
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Scandinavia
(Excerpt from Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale) I am standing over myself: a runt-skinny kid lying flat on his stomach, right elbow hunched, the stubby pencil in his left hand ferociously scribbling on a piece of unlined white paper. … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Broken Land a Brooklyn Tale, Brooklyn, ghosts, John Biscello, novel, Prose, storytelling, Surrealism, unsolicited press
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First, Lasting
In the shrine that we build for first kisses, lies the furloughed still-warm lips of Childhood’s ghosts, forever puckering to seal love, airtight in its untold lore and claim to rose.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, dream, ghosts, John Biscello, lips, love, rose, tenderness
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Runes
Hungry ghosts, gorging, moon-bellied, rending gristle from earthly scavenge— my god, these monsters and their appetites, swallowing illusions whole, to feed empty its runes of fire.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged appetite, fire, ghosts, God, illusions, John Biscello, moon, poem, Poetry
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Treaty
The warring, within, ended. No one won. White flags, adorning the masts of souls, became the rage and pacific vogue. Ghosts kissed demons, demons kissed children, children blew kisses into the air, christening echoes. I woke up, sudden to my … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreams, freedom, ghosts, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rebirth, skull
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