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Tag Archives: blues
Blue Boy
There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue. Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged blues, dreamscape, fathers and sons, imagination, johnbiscello, Prose, the writing life
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Them Blues
“… the blues is an impulse to keep the painful details and episodes of a brutal experience alive in one’s aching consciousness, to finger its jagged train and transcend it, not by the consolation of philosophy but by squeezing from … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged B.F. McKeever, blues, Cane, Jean Toomer, John Biscello, poem, Prose
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Burn
The out of womb blues, torch song on code red alert– Slow burning for home.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged birth, blues, burning, death, dreams, existential, great sadness, home, John Biscello, love, pain, poem, Poetry, sorrow, womb, yearning
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Rumple
Street rumpled and wet, heartsick man stranded in bed– Blue Monday spread thick.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blues, Depression, haiku, heartbreak, heartsick, John Biscello, love, mission street, poem, Poetry, sadness, San Francisco, street
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