Tag Archives: memory

Variations on a Theme

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as cosplay in a dark room. Others cosplay with you, perpetuating a game and masquerade, rituals membered, by which we find ourselves assuming patterns and assimilating forms. Alone, again alone, and at once alone, where others, and their penchant … Continue reading →

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Dreamer’s Cheat Code

Posted on October 7, 2026 by John Biscello

A. I sit down at my desk and wonder about placeless places, non-specific locations, the Dreamer dreaming me … it is a way to pass the time. If time were passing, could be passed, over or under, this would be … Continue reading →

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Turning of the Screw

Posted on September 28, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as defiant neverland where cryogeny is the norm and no one grows up only inward. We bore into ourselves, screws to a tease.

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Cosplay in the Dark

Posted on September 24, 2026 by John Biscello
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Reverb

Posted on September 18, 2026 by John Biscello

My mother’s face was reflected in the blade of the knife, its penance and scythe, held to her throat like a vicious question. This is the beginning of fiction. Of me splitting from me and birthing other in the creation … Continue reading →

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Burlesque

Posted on September 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as defiant neverland where cryogeny is the norm and no one ever grows up only inward. We bore into ourselves, effects to the cause of a rebellious tease to be stripped.

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Cos and Effect

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

In the gauzy rectum of Memory, perpetrating cosplay in darkened rooms, you encounter, in rounded turns, a shadowed cast of masked strangers and fools, aligned to moving distances closer, and through which rare intimacy is bred to conspire and seduce.

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Bartleby’s Plight

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as in missives recorded later, or returned in time to a sender who is much older now, much younger, dead. It is case for the head of Bartleby, preferring not, yet continuing to show up for the sake of … Continue reading →

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Cartography

Posted on September 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as grayscale motive for cinematic dismemberment. Fractures and fragments insinuating a morphic whole, we puzzle together the anti-matter and immaterial aspects of our lives in secret rooms barred to the world at large. In these rooms, playing Frankenstein to … Continue reading →

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Garden

Posted on September 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as night-flowers blooming jade and jasmine in fields of intuition. Old folks bend over backwards to become children again listening to the honeyed sepia fragrance wafting northward, restoring calm and grace, briefly, to lives tasted in half-tones and measureless … Continue reading →

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