Monthly Archives: March 2017

Roseblood

Posted on March 23, 2017 by John Biscello

(In response to Tera Muskrat’s “Fiesta at the Siesta”) Homey fingerlock love & pop & play that blue fiddle, that funky music, brown & rightboy, know what ahm sayin–No, eh?–well what ahmn sayin is grace ten times over, 80-proof cuz … Continue reading →

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Bird in a Hand

Posted on March 22, 2017 by John Biscello

A silver lining on the raven’s bruised left wing– endowment for the arts

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Station Identification

Posted on March 22, 2017 by John Biscello

Professional lips moving at the speed of bullshit– wait for the pause, wait.

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Pronoun, Singular

Posted on March 22, 2017 by John Biscello

I for an I, the faltering trade-in of an egotist contracting tunnels at the expense of light’s vented kiss.

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Busy Signal

Posted on March 22, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale: There’s not really a name for what I do.  I am not an investigative journalist, I am not a private eye.  I am not a minstrel essayist.  There are many things that I … Continue reading →

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1923

Posted on March 20, 2017 by John Biscello

   In the black and white photo, 1923 written in faded pencil in the lower left hand corner, neatly scalloped perforations along the borders—my grandmother and her sister, Rose, are standing on the beach.  Coney Island.  In the background the … Continue reading →

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Princess Leia on the Rocks

Posted on March 19, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from “Stray Passages: My time in San Francisco lasted a little over a month and would have been even shorter if not for Diana.  I arrived and decided to check into a hostel in North Beach.  I picked North … Continue reading →

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Flea Circus

Posted on March 19, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from “Stray Passages” Greyhound: A sleek, streamlined, swift-as-the-wind breed of dog. A coughing, sputtering, wheezing, smoke-blowing mutt, prone to flea infestation.    I spent a great deal of my twenties canned inside the dank sweaty armpit of travel Americana: … Continue reading →

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Spleen

Posted on March 19, 2017 by John Biscello

   We didn’t talk about it, but we knew we’d never amount to anything, no matter what we did.    No matter how celebrated the accomplishment, no matter how big the lie and the audience buying it, nothing could ever … Continue reading →

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Memory Babe

Posted on March 12, 2017 by John Biscello

(In honor of Jack Kerouac’s birthday, March 12th, an excerpt from my Greyhound travelogue, “Stray Passages”)    I discovered Kerouac, by chance, when I was nineteen and as a wide-eyed babe greedily suckling Kerouac’s vision-engorged tit, that  which he had … Continue reading →

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