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Tag Archives: cafe
Tryst
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
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Quartet
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
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Tagged Brassai, burn, cafe, cigarette, John Biscello, Light, man, mood, photo, poem, Poetry, romance, texture, torch song, woman
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Chairs
An empty chorus of chairs humming a nocturne, softly, in unison– Thanks for the memories!
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Tagged bistro, cafe, chairs, John Biscello, memories, nocturne, paris, poem, Poetry, song
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Still Life, Running
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
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, Artwork, cafe, Dongen, girl, haiku, John Biscello, painting, poem, Poetry, red hat
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Village
Where the sidewalk ends, a clean, well-lighted place to bond a nightly arc.
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Tagged cafe, Cornelia Street Cafe, Greenwich Village, haiku, Hemingway, jazz, John Biscello, New York, Poetry, Shel Silverstein, sidewalk
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Cafe
At the time-worn cafe, the wives gossiped, and realized– they both wanted out.
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Tagged cafe, coffee, haiku, John Biscello, marriage, paris, poem, Poetry, vows, wives
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Cafe
At the small, time-worn cafe, the woman in the bell-shaped hat of crushed green velvet, palms warmed by the chipped enamel mug of dark coffee, this woman, setting adrift a gondola of words to cross the unsayable, reaching, with grave … Continue reading
