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Monthly Archives: September 2017
The Little People
Just found out my story, “The Little People,” was nominated for Best of the Net. Audio-version of the story can be heard here, in Golden Walkman magazine.
Posted in Audio, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged Audio, best of the net, Brooklyn, Golden Walkman magazine, John Biscello, Literary, literature, magazine, New York, Prose, radio, story, storytelling, the little people
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Nocturne
By intent of wraith, shadow capes fullest fathoms– Sentenced to dreaming.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged black, Blue, dreams, haiku, impressionistic, james macneill whistler, John Biscello, moody, nocturne, painting, poem, Poetry, river
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Enigma
Modeling the glyphs of a soul’s swooning cursive– Who will transcribe me?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anais nin, diary, enigma, haiku, John Biscello, Literary, photo, poem, Poetry, riddle, soul, writer
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Anais Nin
Portrait of a gaze, fixed to a remote star, caving– Form follows distance.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anais nin, distance, haiku, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Poetry, portrait, Stars
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Nin and Miller
Kindred spirit-play, by voice, a million worn pages– currency of love.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anais nin, friends, henry miller, John Biscello, Literary, literature, lovers, passion, poem, Poetry
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Luna Park
Rigged trip to the moon, in a future long since gone– A round-trip mirage.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged amusement, Brooklyn, classic, coney island, haiku, John Biscello, luna park, moon, nostalgia, novelty, poem, Poetry
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Narcissus
Grounded by warm shock– Is that beautiful thing me? Drowning through live feed.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged greek myths, haiku, John Biscello, mythology, narcissism, Narcissus, poem, Poetry, vanity
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Lullaby
Dreaming, a tactile lullaby by which to set course.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, child, dreaming, dreams, John Biscello, love, lullaby, mother, painting, poem, Poetry
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Cherish
A woman’s worldview turned upside-down by cherish– As above, so below.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cherish, chikld, John Biscello, love, mother, painting, poem, Poetry, purity, upside-down
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Adore
Adore, an infinite crush twinning souls by luminous merger.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged adore, child, crush, infinite, John Biscello, joy, love, mother, photo, poem, Poetry
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