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Tag Archives: shadows
Shadow Work
When the girl was young she would practice spells, she would recite things she made up, verses of nonsense and babble born from the foam that would slather the edges of her mouth when imagining words, all this done to … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged fable, mother, mother's bones, Prose, shadow work, shadows, spells, words
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Where We Played
You must remember this: the force of all things moving commingled with the ephemera of all things passing. This the spell the grail the gist of what I am after which is also after me. The stalker stalked while pursuing. … Continue reading
Shadow Play
I saw her again the other night and I followed her. This time she had green eyes and copper hair. I wanted to ask her about that night, what happened between us, had it meant anything, and if so what, … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Prose
Tagged dreams, excerpt, no one dreams in color, noir, novel, obsession, shadows
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Shadow Play
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
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged cindy sherman, John Biscello, noir, photography, Poetry, shadows, untitled film poems, untitled film still
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Semblance
It is like having a piece of hard existential candy lodged in your larynx while all around you voices demand the strictest means of geometry by which to constellate your semblance. #51 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged cindy sherman, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, shadows, untitled film poems, untitled film still
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Lure
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.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged alley, angel, John Biscello, New York, noir, shadows
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Gloam
Fretted, to beckon gloam, and slant felt shadows, I cannot hold what was never mine to grasp.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged gloam, John Biscello, loss, love, passion, poem, shadows
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Of Caves and Dreams
Molten, these dreams run, hot, then cold, I, in turn, shift to watch the shadows, balletic ink dancing and lengthening on prehistoric cave walls, and decide that Plato was wrong– We do not mistake shadows for reality, but rather, ourselves, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged caves, dreams, existence, John Biscello, Plato, Plato's theory of the cave, poem, Poetry, shadows
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Weight
It gets cold out there, the weight of shadows pressing on her lonely heart. (Photo by Brassai)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Brassai, france, haiku, John Biscello, lonely, poem, shadows, street, waiting, weight, woman
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Sorceress
Budding sorceress, basking in a siege of text– long shadows at dusk.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dusk, haiku, John Biscello, poem, poet, Poetry, shadows, sorceress, spells, Sylvia Plath, twilight
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