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Tag Archives: bar
Gravity Girls
(Excerpt from Raking the Dust.) It was some time later, back at the drink rail, when I heard—Hey Spider-Man—and felt a hand press down on my shoulder. I turned around and there was Jose, his eyes a couple of pinkish slits … Continue reading →
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
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Tagged bar, gravity girls, John Biscello, men, novel, Raking the Dust, Taos, women
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Holden on the Rocks
After the first bar, my father and I slide over to another bar, a non-island-themed one where a DJ is spinning party-pop music. At this point my father is slumped over on his barstool. When the bartender asks him … Continue reading →
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Tagged atlantic city, bar, dissolution, father, holden caulfield, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, son, storytelling, w.c. fields
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Sober Judge
Dylan Thomas falls from his barstool in Heaven— God, tending bar, picks him up, turns to Job—Who am I to judge?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
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Tagged bar, barstool, celestial, drinking, Dylan Thomas, God, Heaven, Job, John Biscello, poem, poet
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