Tag Archives: gothic

In Dreams Begin First Person

Posted on May 23, 2022 by John Biscello

I am running.It feels like I’ve been running for a long time.I want to turn around and look behind me but my neck is locked into place.So I can’t see who or what is chasing me, but I know it’s … Continue reading →

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Where To?

Posted on October 16, 2020 by John Biscello

As the steps narrowed toward a terrible totemic infinity she realized that foreboding hailed from a gothic lineage backlit by a fathomless source. #65 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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Twins

Posted on March 5, 2018 by John Biscello

Side by side, dress by dress, stitch by stitch, cuff by cuff, we will respire as echo, endlessly, in the funereal symmetry of one, Diane Arbus. (Photo by Diane Arbus)

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William Faulkner

Posted on November 8, 2017 by John Biscello

Moon turning blood-red, tides roiling, writer signs crosses to stand Time’s test, sound and fury bridled through carnal lightning and soil of pen.

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Fur

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Runaway model on Heaven’s 7th catwalk– Go to tell, PETA.

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Little Red

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

To clearly separate fiction from fact: Little Red ran, not in terror, but to grab an ax from the back of her well-stocked shed– the Wolf, as you can plainly see, never stood a chance against Little Red’s darker twin, Wrath, … Continue reading →

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American Beauty

Posted on August 13, 2017 by John Biscello

It was only after they were dropped off and left alone in the middle of an autumn-brushed field, that she realized that the man with whom she was paired was no longer her husband, or never had been; the stranger’s … Continue reading →

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Childhood’s Edge

Posted on June 29, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: The show has ended and we are now in the upstairs room at Tabanid, the room known as the Attic. It is sort of a private clubhouse, a vice den with no regard for … Continue reading →

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The Flame and the Lotus

Posted on June 10, 2016 by John Biscello

(For Sylvia Plath, 1932-1963) I. sylvia in chains and drag: the green-eyed bee-witch, Ariella, poised on her remote blue star, chilled and unblinking succubus to the men she promises to swallow, whole, like air

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