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Tag Archives: sorceress
Torch Song
Some women waited for men to light their cigarettes for them but never her— she, the one who netted her own desire, and blatantly committed a most lovely heresy by balancing a small piece of the moon on her fingertips … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged allure, cindy sherman, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, sorceress, torch song, untitled film poems, untitled film still, vamp
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Deposed
It was a wrong turn, modeling a cobbled geography of hell, that led her down and away from the sorceress she had been once upon a time in someone else’s kingdom of rape and vampires. #26 from Untitled Film Poems … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged cindy sherman, hell, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, sorceress, untitled film poems, untitled film still
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Sylvia Plath
To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged 1950s, bones, craft, John Biscello, passion, poem, Poetry, Prose, prose poem, sorceress, strip tease, Sylvia Plath, vaudeville
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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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