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As Above

Posted on October 5, 2020 by John Biscello

Consider the script– Girl, unmade by past trauma, sees angels, and cedes. #6 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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Missive

Posted on October 5, 2020 by John Biscello

Letter from Wonderland– Dear Miss So-and-So, Your husband injured himself chasing a young girl in fuzzy pink rabbit ears down a dark narrow hole. Do not expect him home any time soon. Yours Truly, A Secret Admirer.   #5 from … Continue reading →

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The Replacement

Posted on October 5, 2020 by John Biscello

The course couldn’t be changed, same as the sounds coming from the other side of the door, which belonged to her broken-in replacement. She waited, for something to stop, or perhaps to knock and show that the next move was … Continue reading →

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Soap Drama

Posted on October 5, 2020 by John Biscello

She thought about it at least once every night. What it would be like if he wasn’t there, if she, with delicate blankness befitting a housewife, mixed his cocktail in a new way a different way, just once, then watched … Continue reading →

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Enigma

Posted on October 5, 2020 by John Biscello

Rapt fascination– when the enigmatic meets the readily apparent in an effort to fashion and sustain identity from the lore of diminishing returns.   #2 in the Untitled Film Poems series Image by Cindy Sherman

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Legacy

Posted on October 5, 2020 by John Biscello

After watching the bruised legacy of her childhood pass her by out of the corner of her eye, she had developed an astigmatism which, in effect, bred her glaring suspicion of distance, and violent need of its diffuse edges.   … Continue reading →

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Pressure Cooker

Posted on August 13, 2019 by John Biscello

Sometimes the last straw was a torn grocery bag while several cracked eggs bled yolk onto the floor and you heard his key in the front door and the blackening notion that any one of the pans would do the … Continue reading →

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Room to Spare

Posted on August 13, 2019 by John Biscello

At a lighted remove, she coerces solitude into a tender rapport with her barest haunt.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Looking Without

Posted on August 13, 2019 by John Biscello

The simplest means to revelation, and perhaps revolution, was to stay away from mirrors and the masks which justified their glaring reproof.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Light Becomes Her

Posted on August 9, 2019 by John Biscello

There was never going to be any show, she knew that. Yet she fed on the light to counteract an unappeasable hunger, to star where the emptiness reamed darkest.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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