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Tag Archives: Brooklyn
New York to New Mexico
My interview on the podcast, What’s Up ABQ, is now streaming (2/10). I had a blast talking with Chris and Ryan, not only about my new poetry book, Moonglow on Mercy Street, but also the world of comics, Choose Your … Continue reading
Posted in Audio, Books, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged Albuquerque, Brooklyn, John Biscello, moonglow on mercy street, New Mexico, podcast, poetry book, Taos, the writing life, whats up abq
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Street Corner Lore
The red light green light of young love and longing in a world of urban lore. Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.
Posted in Audio, Books, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged Brooklyn, coming of age, John Biscello, New York, old school, romance, the way we were, urban lore
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Kissing Anya
Young love, urban lore, coming of age, and the nature of forever. An excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.
Posted in Audio, Books, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged boy and girl, Brooklyn, childhood, coming of age, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, urban lore, young love
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Glow
Childhood and coke parties. Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.
Posted in Audio, Books, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, family matters, John Biscello, New York, novel, Prose, urban lore, Video
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Straight Outta Brooklyn
Urban slice-of-life in this live reading from my novel, No Man’s Brooklyn, at last November’s Prose Month event. NO MAN’S BROOKLYN: From the valentine boneyards of working-class Brooklyn, comes a tale of first love, lost innocence, tragedy, and forgiveness. Daniel Trovato, … Continue reading
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Tagged Brooklyn, John Biscello, New Mexico, New York, no man's brooklyn, novel, performance, prose month, the writing life, video clip
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Cuckoo Rising
Greetings, soul-folks, and much love as we groove into the creatively charged and spiritually Roaring 20s! I am thrilled to announce that our crowdsourcing campaign for Ballad of the Cuckoos has officially launched, beneath the gilded magic of tonight’s full moon … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Press, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged Brooklyn, Cinema, cinemagical adventure, cuckoo rising, flight of the cuckoo, indie film, John Biscello, New Mexico, Taos, what dreams may come, winging it
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Between Stations
I was on the subway platform waiting for the train when I spotted a thin girl in torn jeans and bright green tank-top walking in my direction. Her hair was a bushel of unruliness. As the girl drew nearer … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, first love, girl interrupted, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, Prose, subway encounter, train station
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Henry Valentine Miller
Because his middle name was Valentine, a V-Day tribute poem to that “boy from Brooklyn,” Mr. Henry Valentine Miller, from my book Arclight. Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spray paint … Continue reading
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Tagged arclight, Brooklyn, henry miller, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, tribute, valentine
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Promontory
I, perched on a craggy promontory overlooking my childhood, and its entire formless geography, saw them, my friends, all of them: a mutant strain of cryogeny, a mummified quivering changelessness, as if youth hadn’t been lived through but pickled. It … Continue reading
