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Tag Archives: childhood
Once Removed
Estranged, yet aloft, in a world her vision sculpts– Adulthood far off. (Photo by Josef Sudek)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, estrangement, haiku, in the country, John Biscello, josef sudek, photo
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Promontory
I, perched on a craggy promontory overlooking my childhood, and its entire formless geography, saw them, my friends, all of them: a mutant strain of cryogeny, a mummified quivering changelessness, as if youth hadn’t been lived through but pickled. It … Continue reading
Swing Set
There was that day you wore your hair in pigtails. You were thirteen. Pigtails and a pale blue summer dress. I think the dress was new. My mother had died three days earlier. You and I … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, grief, John Biscello, little prince, no man's brooklyn, pigtails, young love
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Viewfinder
Childhood is an ongoing historical fiction that changes based on who you are when you’re examining it. Who you are in certain periods and chapters in your life, determines what your childhood is. Was would imply that childhood is fixed … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, John Biscello, lore, mythology, no man's brooklyn
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The Dream Outward
I tell myself stories in the dark, Anya. It helps. Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it makes things worse. Or keeps everything the same. Which is a different kind of worse. Anya I long to reach you only because I … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged boy, childhood, dream, girl, grief, John Biscello, love, no man's brooklyn
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Games
Ask a tree to play hopscotch with you. Ask a stone to jump-rope with you. Ask a blade of grass to tickle you until it hurts. Ask a bird to help you remember how to fly. Ask a child for … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bubblegum, childhood, games, heartwheels, John Biscello
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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.
Puddle
Find a puddle after a rainstorm. Close your eyes and dream yourself as a six-yr-old dreaming yourself as a magnificent and shimmering work of art. Or as a happy goldfish. Whether as shimmering art, or happy goldfish, open your eyes, … Continue reading
Geist
Memory, like stone tapes, like hardened slabs of analog recalling the icy geist of my childhood in a Brooklyn basement, revisited.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anthony distefano, basement, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, childhood, John Biscello, memory, photo
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