Tag Archives: childhood

Judy Garland

Posted on August 11, 2022 by John Biscello

You’ve got to make up your mind, he said. Do you want to fuck Judy Garland or be Judy Garland? It seemed my entire life would be determined by how I responded. I could tell, by the gravelly … Continue reading →

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Balloon and Jukebox

Posted on August 4, 2022 by John Biscello

She would name the balloon Clarice. She always thought she should have been named Clarice. Perhaps in another life. Clarice was yellow. She decided that Clarice should go on a journey. She would open the window and let her out. … Continue reading →

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Candy

Posted on December 14, 2021 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No One Dreams in Color: Childhood. Sometimes it feels like a piece of hard candy I swallowed long ago, and the hard candy remains stuck in my throat. Most of the time, I am unaware of its presence, but … Continue reading →

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Hard Candy

Posted on January 28, 2021 by John Biscello

Childhood. Sometimes it feels like a piece of hard candy I swallowed long ago, and that hard candy remains stuck in my throat. Most of the time I am unaware of its presence, but then something will shift and I … Continue reading →

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Sanctuary

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“It is on the plane of the daydream and not on that of facts that childhood remains alive and poetically useful within us. Through this permanent childhood, we maintain the poetry of the past. To inhabit oneirically the house we … Continue reading →

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Wonder

Posted on October 29, 2020 by John Biscello

Ask a child, any child, what the difference is between Monday and Thursday? No matter how they respond, look them in the eyes and tell them how wonderful they are.

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Red Balloon

Posted on October 27, 2020 by John Biscello

A red balloon says so much about the sky, and the weightless wonder of children, when desire, bated aloft by the sun, gives free-spirited chase to the play of light on basking reams of nimbus and lore.