Tag Archives: woman

Scent

Posted on March 21, 2018 by John Biscello

Suspicion assails, Why did he give this to me? The scent of a trail. (Artwork by Paul Klee)

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Suitcases

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Traveling light, dark, baggage claimed, left behind, she ordered her life, simply, through metaphor and blithe repetitions, expecting very little in return. (Photo by Heather Ross)

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Footsteps

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Every last kiss, a rupture in her psyche– Unsteady walk home. (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Roots

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Some launches do not require propulsion but rather firm solid rootedness to this floating world. (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Weight

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

It gets cold out there, the weight of shadows pressing on her lonely heart. (Photo by Brassai)

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Tryst

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Kiss me one last time, a Trinity collapsed– blown smoke and mirrors. (Photo by Brassai)

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Quartet

Posted on March 6, 2018 by John Biscello

On this side of the mirror, it begins with a light, courtesy kindling promise, yet on the other side, the smoke is already mood-thick and rising, suggesting second lives engaged in the slow burn of mutual arson. (Photo by … Continue reading →

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Bench

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

You know the story, the bench, the promise, the waiting, the interminable stretch of waiting, and the love that never returned, as the girl became a woman and then dead. You know the legend, how the woman is still waiting, … Continue reading →

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Ashes to Ashes

Posted on January 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Out of the ash-heap, she imagined something new would emerge, but when the wind blew and scattered the ashes to reveal nothing but scorch-marks upon scarred earth, she understood, with a great sense of loss, that form followed function only … Continue reading →

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God’s Word Against Mine

Posted on December 28, 2017 by John Biscello

And on the eighth day she was diagnosed an Artist, and saw that it was good and fierce and necessary, and went forth creating like a madwoman, rattling gravity shackles to the din of furor and crumbling towers within.

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