Tag Archives: Brooklyn

Broken Land

Posted on December 9, 2017 by John Biscello

My first novel, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, which was named Underground Book Reviews Book of the Year (2014), has officially been re-released. Available in paperback and digital editions. Click here to buy. ABOUT: A spectral, existential noir set against the aging … Continue reading →

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Mary

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

      It was a scorcher. One of those ovenbake summer days where you feel like you’re huffing fur.    I had decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood, and re-acclimate myself.    As I walked down the block … Continue reading →

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Pigtails

Posted on December 5, 2017 by John Biscello

   There was that day you wore your hair in pigtails.    You were thirteen. Pigtails and a pale blue summer dress. I think the dress was new.    My mother had died three days earlier.    You and I … Continue reading →

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Melt

Posted on October 31, 2017 by John Biscello

Summer night, Brooklyn, girl’s desire for ice cream– Melting, time’s passage.

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Tropic of Cancer

Posted on October 29, 2017 by John Biscello

To lance a staid form, with crab-claws bent on rupture– How masters shift course.

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Stoop

Posted on October 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond.

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Bensonhurst

Posted on October 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Bones of my birthplace, splintering in rapid tow– There’s no place like home?

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Rails

Posted on October 12, 2017 by John Biscello

Manic with vigor, city’s chaste love affair with itself, off the rails.

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Catholic School Girls

Posted on October 8, 2017 by John Biscello

The Catholic school girls. With their short plaid skirts and white collared shirts and the inviting exposure between where the skirt cut off and the sock began, generating an erotic glare of exposed flesh. In their uniforms the Catholic school … Continue reading →

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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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