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Monthly Archives: March 2017
Fruit
L & S was a candy store and newsstand located on the corner of 60th St. and 18th Ave. L & S, which stood for Louie & Son, was owned by Louie Varinella: a burly, slightly balding man with … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, Freeze Tag, fruit, heroin, John Biscello, loan shark, Prose, story
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Howl II
(Poem written in response to Joe Sorren’s “While the Trucks on the Highway All Howl”) While the trucks on the highway all howl, beneath a milk-bottle sky, Sunday’s children, curious and bulb-headed, lay vigorous claim to Paradise. Non-profit architects, they … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, beach, boys, childhood, friends, Joe Sorren, John Biscello, Literary, sand-castles
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Solvent
Water, like a tempera of fog, buoying the natal intent, the fragile rapture, against which gravity sets an insoluble course.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anne sexton, buoy, gravity, natal, poet, Poetry, pool, water
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Double Exposure
I. There is strange music in her head, a choir’s brew. You cannot see it but, in the bask of a sunchecked idle, she drifts beyond ordinary logic to dream of water like melted locks, like aquamarine flowers silk to … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anne sexton, beach, black and white, cleopatra, jackie o., John Biscello, photo, Poetry, poets
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Morningbreak
I want to eat Anne Sexton for breakfast like toxic cereal like bacon fat like sunbursts of egg yolk swallowed whole and washed down with a glass of fire (then I will spit up the flames burning down the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anne sexton, death, etcetera, John Biscello, Literary, longing, love, poets, sex, suicide
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Vivaldi in Love
Spring, tender bud raising gravity in the center of a palm. Summer, drawn and quartered shafts of light mouthing the sea. Fall, fetal leaves curling in on themselves— inversion banking on faith. Winter, hospitable merger of bare limbs relishing arson … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged fall, John Biscello, Literary, music, Poetry, seasons, spring, summer, vivaldi, Winter
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