Monthly Archives: January 2018

Savor

Posted on January 2, 2018 by John Biscello

I was young, fevered and full of hope. My heart, green in its country, desired to push lightning through blooms, to cherish brightly in a thousand different directions at once. It was and always has been about rounding dreams from … Continue reading →

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Porchlight

Posted on January 2, 2018 by John Biscello

The porchlight in one’s personal heaven is always on, solace through staid aureole for orphans wandering heartsick in the dark.  

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The Argument

Posted on January 2, 2018 by John Biscello

Reality and me have disagreements all the time. Reality is, by nature, inviolable. And a bit of an existential bully. I am, by illicit union, a child of fiction. And tender in the center. Reality and me don’t always see … Continue reading →

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Freezing Anya

Posted on January 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves … Continue reading →

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Yes

Posted on January 1, 2018 by John Biscello

The tenderest means to a true center is through loss accepted gracefully and yes praised.

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