Tag Archives: cafe

Bolano and Me

Posted on March 26, 2025 by John Biscello

Last night I dreamed of Roberto Bolaño. Or he of me. We were sitting at a dimly lit café, a subterranean plot of a café, and Bolaño was drinking chamomile tea. In the latter stages of his life chamomile tea … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged boxing, cafe, chamomile tea, chile, creative-writing, dream, fiction, Literary, literature, poem, Poetry, roberto bolano, writer's life, writing | Leave a comment

Slow Take

Posted on September 26, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. The world disappears in the space between first sip and still life, adrift.

Posted in photography, Poetry | Tagged cafe, coffee, furumachi, haiku, niigata, poem, portrait, slow life, still life | Leave a comment

Cafe

Posted on September 12, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Words, well-warmed by the soft buttery spread and halo of naked bulbs– In tenderest solitude, texts run on, deviant, unfinished, bare to the trespasses of touch and longing.

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Tenor

Posted on September 11, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Given over to the immaculate tedium of dreaming, to spells of cherished solitude, notes are passed in silence, while absence swells the heart to fondest proportions and muted nostalgia.

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Slow Coffee

Posted on September 3, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. The sign in the window read Slow Coffee and when you went inside and found out the story of the owner an artist and former architect who had a brain stroke he explained that this … Continue reading →

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Tryst

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Kiss me one last time, a Trinity collapsed– blown smoke and mirrors. (Photo by Brassai)

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Brassai, cafe, Desire, haiku, John Biscello, lust, man, mirrors, poem, smoke, tryst, woman | Leave a comment

Quartet

Posted on March 6, 2018 by John Biscello

On this side of the mirror, it begins with a light, courtesy kindling promise, yet on the other side, the smoke is already mood-thick and rising, suggesting second lives engaged in the slow burn of mutual arson. (Photo by … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Brassai, burn, cafe, cigarette, John Biscello, Light, man, mood, photo, poem, Poetry, romance, texture, torch song, woman | Leave a comment

Chairs

Posted on October 12, 2017 by John Biscello

An empty chorus of chairs humming a nocturne, softly, in unison– Thanks for the memories!

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged bistro, cafe, chairs, John Biscello, memories, nocturne, paris, poem, Poetry, song | Leave a comment

Still Life, Running

Posted on August 28, 2017 by John Biscello

There’s something disarming about a girl in a red hat with dark eyes and blood petal lips pursed tight sitting in a gilded cafe looking back every time the blue door opens dreaming boldly of escape if only if only she … Continue reading →

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Village

Posted on August 27, 2017 by John Biscello

Where the sidewalk ends, a clean, well-lighted place to bond a nightly arc.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged cafe, Cornelia Street Cafe, Greenwich Village, haiku, Hemingway, jazz, John Biscello, New York, Poetry, Shel Silverstein, sidewalk | Leave a comment