Tag Archives: Brooklyn

Halloween

Posted on October 4, 2017 by John Biscello

Halloween. As was tradition, the boys would stalk the neighborhood, armed with cartons of eggs and cans of Barbasol. Me and my friends were foam-caked, yolk-splatted messes when we ran into Alexis and her friends coming home from school. They … Continue reading →

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Death of a Super Hero

Posted on October 4, 2017 by John Biscello

I was six when I found out I’d never become a super-hero. We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother, my father. My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading →

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Innocence

Posted on October 2, 2017 by John Biscello

The party ended and I went to Gillian’s house. I was between places and Gillian was letting me stay with her temporarily, which given our history was a tribute to her character. We had been in a tumultuous three-year relationship, … Continue reading →

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The Little People

Posted on September 30, 2017 by John Biscello

Just found out my story, “The Little People,” was nominated for Best of the Net. Audio-version of the story can be heard here, in Golden Walkman magazine.

Posted in Audio, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized | Tagged Audio, best of the net, Brooklyn, Golden Walkman magazine, John Biscello, Literary, literature, magazine, New York, Prose, radio, story, storytelling, the little people | Leave a comment

Luna Park

Posted on September 29, 2017 by John Biscello

Rigged trip to the moon, in a future long since gone– A round-trip mirage.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged amusement, Brooklyn, classic, coney island, haiku, John Biscello, luna park, moon, nostalgia, novelty, poem, Poetry | Leave a comment

Losing my Religion

Posted on August 27, 2017 by John Biscello

Light at tunnel’s end, or, tunnel vision hemmed-in? Religion’s track record.

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Coney Island

Posted on August 27, 2017 by John Biscello

Snow, Coney Island, faded play beneath the bones– ghosts of children past.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged amusement park, Brooklyn, coney island, ghosts, haiku, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, snow, Winter | Leave a comment

Summer Wind

Posted on August 21, 2017 by John Biscello

Tar, vinegar, piss, crossing of urban perfume– Those summer winds, tracked.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged 18th avenue, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, haiku, John Biscello, New York, poem, summer, train, urban | Leave a comment

Legend

Posted on August 15, 2017 by John Biscello

Summer in Brooklyn, hydrant dreaming in graffiti– legends of childhood.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, decay, graffiti, haiku, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, summer, urban | 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