Tag Archives: ghosts

Ghostbusters

Posted on October 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories engage cosplay in the dark, in darkened rooms. Who are all these strangers? Where did they come from? Why do they feel so familiar? The guests are all ghosts, cosplay specters, and they mingled with you in such an … Continue reading →

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Outerwear

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

The dark is the clothing in which our ghosts animate themselves.

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Us

Posted on September 28, 2026 by John Biscello

There is something bluntly parenthetical about the ghosts which inhabit memory. And become us, if only in pronouns.

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Post-Scriptive

Posted on September 25, 2026 by John Biscello

Something about the air of absence, its titillation and gravity. Ghosts are highly seductive when revealing their apparent lack. Beck sang about gravity shackles going wild. Genius is childhood endowed with virile maturity. Baudelaire said that. Or something to that … Continue reading →

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Meshes of Twilight

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

She, as in ghosts, as in white-hot incubi with a seductive glassy not there stare that bewitches and allures, bearing melancholy freighted with scraped knees, mirror shards, and broken nails caked and curlicued in dirt. Locked in liminal groove, she … Continue reading →

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Real Estate

Posted on September 9, 2026 by John Biscello

There’s something wonderfully laughable and bluntly parenthetical about the ghosts that enclose and become us as if we were squatters on vacation in fallout shelters where rent is permanently waived to make room for a speculative future of sustainable haunting.

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Cinema-Scope

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Engraved in the shadows of cinema I found myself watching myself circled by ghosts whose bluest breath of want revived me in mercurial doses. I knew that if I kept watching I would go on. The question then became not … Continue reading →

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P.S.S.

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories supply ghosts with their own ghosts haunting lives yet to come or recoccur in sundered part.

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Now Showing

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

In the shadow-carved cinema of memory, its mortuary and altars, the gauzy feting of ghosts, alluring you with the promise of exits and second lives. Follow our unbearably light drift, they monotone in surround-sound stereo, we will provide you the … Continue reading →

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What We Carry

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories as ghosts of cinema, seeking host-bodies to inhabit, equal measures possession and vacancy, they are the ghosts of ghosts, pulsing in chords of repetition and bottomless hunger to freight.

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