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Monthly Archives: November 2019
Brooklyn for Reel
Video recording of a reading from my novel, No Man’s Brooklyn, as part of “Italian Good Fellas Night” at SOMOS (Taos, NM). In this scene, father and son pay a visit to Atlantic City, where gambling, drinking and storytelling play out … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, photography, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged atlantic city, fathers and sons, Italian-American, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, Video
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Jean Rhys
You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock,and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs of … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Good Morning Midnight, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, novelist, poem, waide sargasso sea
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Henry Miller
Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spraypaint their chains rainbow siege and dance a jig like a peacock on fire, and when someone asks Isn’t it hard to dance around with … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged brooklyn boy, clown's play, epic zeal, henry miller, John Biscello, poem, tribute
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Tatters
For many years I asked Grief to wait outside my window, a peripheral guest chancing obscure, fugitive details, and lighted tatters. Have I been a poor host, stranger to my own ghost and remnants?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ghost story, grieving into the light, John Biscello, poem, release
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Something Blissful This Way Comes
No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, mythology and you, now and again now, poem, this very moment
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Census
Your soul’s country is much bigger than you think. Find every last you there.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, poem, soul country, the journey within, walt whitman wuz here
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Pathfinder
Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, heaven-sent, John Biscello, poem, travel guide
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Lovesong for Self
It became a goal, soul-mate to my own damned self— Nerves on the first date.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, John Biscello, poem, self-love well-done
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Coil
To caper at the edge, where the seething lyric happens, poetry with slits and fast teeth, where the hours of phenomena are boiled and reduced to a single quivering instant, an umbilical knot of light upon tenderest scraps and coils.
After Party
She, Lazarus, back from the dead, with a musical vengeance— A beat, Christ, please, she asks of her martyred D.J., half-light, half-man, and out climbs her voice, grinding through rubble, a dark velvet toy wound up for centuries, released, on … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged heather ross, John Biscello, Lazarus, lost and found, photography, Poetry, resurrection
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