Tag Archives: beach

Remainder

Posted on March 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Sometimes, the children who have gone underground, the chance orphans who choose spelunk or burrow or blackest pitch out of necessity and survival instinct, leave behind tangible remnants of their former lives, sacrificed to sights and gods unseen by morally … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged beach, cave, children, dark, John Biscello, loss, poem, Poetry, rock, shoe, sneaker, survival, tunnel, underground | Leave a comment

Sun

Posted on October 24, 2017 by John Biscello

One of those days, sun bathing in elliptical gold– No clouds to obscure.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged beach, elliptical, happy, John Biscello, joy, poem, poet, Poetry, sadness, sun, Sylvia Plath | Leave a comment

Paradise

Posted on October 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Two aureate chums, crafting Paradise from sand– friendship transcends time.

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged beach, friendship, haiku, Joe Sorren, John Biscello, love, paradise, poem, Poetry, sand, While the Trucks on the Highway All Howl | 2 Comments

Lightness

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

To air is human, to deflate, a mortal rite– no tracks in the sand.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged balloon man, balloons, beach, dream, haiku, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, proverb | Leave a comment

Vintage

Posted on August 14, 2017 by John Biscello

Brooklyn, 1957, shotgun postcard glory and grain of bygone, brick-backed, bathing-capped great aunts I never knew, Josie and Anna-Mae, sirens modeling sass and moxie on a hot summer’s day before the sun went down.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged aunts, beach, Brooklyn, family, John Biscello, Literary, old-timey, poem, Poetry | Leave a comment

1923

Posted on March 20, 2017 by John Biscello

In the black and white photo, 1923 written in faded pencil in the lower left hand corner, neatly scalloped perforations along the borders—my grandmother and her sister, Rose, are standing on the beach. Coney Island. In the background the … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged beach, Brooklyn, coney island, family, Freeze Tag, grandmother, John Biscello, Literary, story | 2 Comments

Howl II

Posted on March 12, 2017 by John Biscello

(Poem written in response to Joe Sorren’s “While the Trucks on the Highway All Howl”) While the trucks on the highway all howl, beneath a milk-bottle sky, Sunday’s children, curious and bulb-headed, lay vigorous claim to Paradise. Non-profit architects, they … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Artwork, beach, boys, childhood, friends, Joe Sorren, John Biscello, Literary, sand-castles | Leave a comment

Double Exposure

Posted on March 5, 2017 by John Biscello

I. There is strange music in her head, a choir’s brew. You cannot see it but, in the bask of a sunchecked idle, she drifts beyond ordinary logic to dream of water like melted locks, like aquamarine flowers silk to … Continue reading →

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Sunday’s Children

Posted on July 5, 2016 by John Biscello

(Written in response to Joe Sorren’s “While the Trucks on the Highway all Howl”) While the trucks on the highway all howl, beneath a milk-bottle sky, Sunday’s children, curious and bulb-headed, lay vigorous claim to Paradise. Non-profit architects, they sit … Continue reading →

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