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Storytellers

Posted on November 18, 2022 by John Biscello

Storytellers of different ilks different beats different leaks of internal graffiti yet the word always at the heart of it barrowing out into light what comes from shadowlands within. Stories within earshot as eavesdropped whispers Stories like moonshots catapulted with … Continue reading →

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Exit Through the Gift Shop

Posted on November 13, 2022 by John Biscello

We’ve heard rumors that God doesn’t know he exists. She exists. It. Whatever the gender or genderless you get the picture. God doesn’t know there is such thing as God that he is this thing we call God this blessed … Continue reading →

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Impermanence

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

From the Notebooks of Andre Macon Andrei Tarkovsky, diary entry, 1979: Reread Castaneda’s The Lessons of Don Juan. A marvelous book, and very true because— The world is not all as it appears to us. Under certain conditions it could … Continue reading →

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Void and Nil

Posted on May 23, 2022 by John Biscello

Evie laughed to herself. It was just acting. Then again, she often did have trouble determining where she ended and someone else began. She wasn’t sure if this was a side-effect to acting, or to existing. Or if there was … Continue reading →

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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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The Abyss and You

Posted on May 22, 2022 by John Biscello

Excerpt from The Last Furies: When Evie disappeared, I wondered about all sorts of things, including my own sense of reality. I wondered about the photos of Evie I had burned, and the five that remained, and what their place … Continue reading →

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In Her Solitude

Posted on October 7, 2020 by John Biscello

Chafing, with matted scales of light, became the cinematic measures by which her solitude was visaged and defined. #29 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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Runes

Posted on October 6, 2020 by John Biscello

Fall in the city. A building offers the glyphic runes of a tectonic language in relief that goes unnoticed by the woman who has just seen her lover listening to another woman closely. #19 from Untitled Film Poems Image by … Continue reading →

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Watchful

Posted on June 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Sometimes it goes without saying– a woman’s loss teased into vertical symmetry as memory assails from a lighted distance.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Thickening Plot

Posted on June 3, 2019 by John Biscello

The lessons were simple– Never take a bath in fast-drying cement, and never love a man who won’t do your back when everything hardens quickly.   (Photo by Heather Ross)

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