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In Love and War

Posted on October 8, 2017 by John Biscello

I dumped all my G.I. Joes out of the shopping bag and onto the pavement of the driveway. I separated the good guys from the bad guys, and then arranged them in specific positions. Before initiating a battle, or an … Continue reading →

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Epitaph

Posted on October 6, 2017 by John Biscello

Eden as live bait, we fall hook line and sinker– Epitaph for love.

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Prism

Posted on October 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Bathing in prism, beloved praise of warm hands– Grace freely given.

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Lake

Posted on October 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Lady of the lake of sorrows and penitence– How deep is your blue?

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Halloween

Posted on October 4, 2017 by John Biscello

Halloween. As was tradition, the boys would stalk the neighborhood, armed with cartons of eggs and cans of Barbasol. Me and my friends were foam-caked, yolk-splatted messes when we ran into Alexis and her friends coming home from school. They … Continue reading →

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Death of a Super Hero

Posted on October 4, 2017 by John Biscello

I was six when I found out I’d never become a super-hero. We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother, my father. My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading →

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Innocence

Posted on October 2, 2017 by John Biscello

The party ended and I went to Gillian’s house. I was between places and Gillian was letting me stay with her temporarily, which given our history was a tribute to her character. We had been in a tumultuous three-year relationship, … Continue reading →