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Tag Archives: childhood
No Man’s Brooklyn
New edition of my fourth novel coming soon. From the valentine boneyards of working-class Brooklyn, comes a tale of first love, lost innocence, tragedy, and healing. Daniel Trovato, having left his native Bensonhurst years ago to start a new life … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Prose, Publications
Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, coming of age, first love, ghost story, New York, novel, Prose, urban
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Lemon
I don’t tell him there is no such thing as Claudia Lemon, she’s invented, he knows nothing about Clarise Lermontov, my ghost, my first country, there is no Clarise, only Claudia Lemon, and there is the young girl who loved … Continue reading
Doll
Nineteen rifles and the village was burned to the ground nineteen rifles stolen by rebels and then came the awful burning down what was called scorched earth policy. My mother my father my brother were burned down to the ground … Continue reading
Judy Garland
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
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged black and white, childhood, color, dorothy, fragment, judy garland, oz, Prose
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Balloon and Jukebox
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
Candy
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
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged book, childhood, excerpt, leader ladies, no one dreams in color, novel, what dreams may come
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Hard Candy
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
Sanctuary
“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
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, dreams, gaston bachelard, home, John Biscello, poem, poetics of space
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Wonder
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.
John Biscello 