Tag Archives: noir

The Dark

Posted on June 25, 2021 by John Biscello

Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it Anya. Listening to the dark. And it was because of you Anya that I started naming different types of dark, … Continue reading →

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Portrait of a Man in a Hotel Room

Posted on April 15, 2021 by John Biscello

The man in the white hat and white suit walked into a shabby hotel room, carrying a battered brown valise. It was a valise that had seen mileage. The man opened the door, and then closed it behind him. He … Continue reading →

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Shadow Play

Posted on October 13, 2020 by John Biscello

Some shadows become women when no one is looking. Consider it the residual alchemy of fallout and mortal longing. #55 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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New York Noir

Posted on August 9, 2019 by John Biscello

Two more from Anthony Distefano’s “street scene” series.  

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The Walk

Posted on April 26, 2019 by John Biscello

The vagaries of a portent, perhaps a reckoning– no, he wasn’t brave, but he was with angel, or some kind of numinous equivalent. A quest started way back when was about to take a turn one way or another. His … Continue reading →

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Lure

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

He had traveled many crooked side-streets and shadow-scripted back-alleys to arrive at this point. The white-hot lure and bait of the angel, who had played hard to get, beckoned, with an ineffable wink.

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Destiny

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

One of those windows ws about to change his life forever. Now it was simply a matter of ascent, and guessing right.

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Neo-Noir

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

It would be the last time, the last thinning whatever– halfmoon fingernails scratching famished odds, unreflected, into a dirty, cracking mirror.

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Something Twisted This Way Comes

Posted on October 15, 2018 by John Biscello

Runaway, androgynist, shadow-puppeteer, Neverland refugee, nimbic love-child of Edie Sedgwick and Holden Caulfield. Enter the world of Piers this November 30th.

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Uncover Girl

Posted on August 27, 2018 by John Biscello

Full cover spread of Nocturne Variations, coming this November.

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