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Tag Archives: the road
Calamity Jane
Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Audio, calamity jane, mask, persona, Poetry, Prose, Spoken Word, story, the road, words
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Scratch
Once upon a time before people were monsters. When people didn’t eat each other. Out here we’ve got to be careful. I defected. I became fugitive singular. I defected from plural, from we. I defected so as to claim I … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged calamity jane, dust, fragment, i and we, Prose, sad dust days, singular pronoun, the road
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Twilight Zone
The waiting wasn’t anything new. It was the open spaces, the promise of breathing room, which was eerily unfamiliar. She catalogued what she had packed, and what she had left behind,. while assuming the burden of distance to match the … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged cindy sherman, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, the road, twilight zone, untitled film poems, untitled film still
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John Biscello 