Tag Archives: untitled film still

Same As It Ever Was

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

It wasn’t her house, her nightgown, her anything. And the old woman in the sun hat snoring like a phlegmatic breeze— Who was she? Existential hangovers are the worst, she thought to herself, as she tried to piece together hazy … Continue reading →

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Reel Time

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

Where was I then, or better yet, who? All night long I listen to the edges of old photographs brushing against the delicate contours of memory, and thank god for windows and doors.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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On Spec

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

Consider the script– Girl, unmade by past trauma, sees angels, and yields.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Mirror Mirror

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

The woman, fronting a fable, wondered– Am I the cause, or the effect? No answer forthcoming, she considered splitting, before she turned her back on herself and left.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Wide Angle

Posted on June 27, 2019 by John Biscello

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 →

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Living Room

Posted on June 27, 2019 by John Biscello

It had become a question of values, and proper arrangement. She had burned with a nightly longing to know the deathly stillness of essential props, as if life was in the market for high-end interior models to place first.   … Continue reading →

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Floe

Posted on June 27, 2019 by John Biscello

A tableaux of modern gothic, modeling the claims of dying light– To go gently, or to rage within a facade of ice?   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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What Dreams May Leave

Posted on June 27, 2019 by John Biscello

Her dreams possessed the symmetry of a sorrow undisclosed to the dreamer who borrowed her body to model alleged reality.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Sight-Line

Posted on June 26, 2019 by John Biscello

Did you want a bitch, or a super-heroine? Or perhaps just a mop and bucket for sticky linoleum, for hangovers that crawl into high-rise offices? Whatever it is you want or need, forget me, I’m not the “it” tagged in … Continue reading →

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Shelf Life

Posted on June 26, 2019 by John Biscello

Perhaps he was right, and God did wear bi-focals– Fiction left her cold.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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