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Tag Archives: linda stojak
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A dancer’s sad dream– Flight, short-lived, returning to earth, sharp teeth.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged Artwork, flight, John Biscello, linda stojak, poem, sorrow
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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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Last Dance
Forever had plans, to waltz in a white ballroom– Somewhere, a wrong turn. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, John Biscello, linda stojak, may I have this dancer?, painting, waltzing in purgatory
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Who Was She?
In purgatory, the last of the debutantes, adrift, as if dreamed. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged debutante, dreamlife, haiku, John Biscello, linda stojak, purgatory, the faceless, yellow and dark
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Debutante
Debutante, left to smolder and ash, traceless, in some afterlife, unannounced to the trailing cortege. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged afterlife, Artwork, cortege, cryptic, debutante, faceless, haiku, haunted, John Biscello, linda stojak, poem, Yellow
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Recoil
The weddings didn’t come off, for either one. Limbo, reciting their grief, and frozen recoil, held them aloft, sisters annointed by a rogue strain of etheric default. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged brides, ghosts, haunting, John Biscello, linda stojak, painting, poem, Poetry, recoil, red, sisters, white
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Unfinished Nocturne
She is the living embodiment of a nocturne, a girl who gathers dark and silence from the cave she inhabits. Or the cave that inhabits her. She sits, stock-still, a fugitive Buddha quietly gathering dark. Quietly, but not always serenely. … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, cave, John Biscello, linda stojak, love, nocturne, onyx, Prose, visual art
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Silent Voices
Review of Linda Stojak’s exhibition “Silent Voices.” “The female subjects comprising Silent Voices seem to exist in a haunted chrysalis state, or embryonic purgatory. Their faces, ashen swabs which are kin to Di Chirico’s faceless enigmas, suggest not only the … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, exhibition, John Biscello, LewAllen galleries, linda stojak, New York, painting, Review, riot material, Santa Fe, women
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