-
Archives
- December 2021
- November 2021
- October 2021
- September 2021
- August 2021
- July 2021
- June 2021
- May 2021
- April 2021
- March 2021
- February 2021
- January 2021
- December 2020
- November 2020
- October 2020
- September 2020
- August 2020
- July 2020
- June 2020
- May 2020
- April 2020
- March 2020
- February 2020
- January 2020
- December 2019
- November 2019
- October 2019
- September 2019
- August 2019
- July 2019
- June 2019
- May 2019
- April 2019
- March 2019
- February 2019
- January 2019
- December 2018
- November 2018
- October 2018
- September 2018
- August 2018
- July 2018
- June 2018
- May 2018
- April 2018
- March 2018
- February 2018
- January 2018
- December 2017
- November 2017
- October 2017
- September 2017
- August 2017
- July 2017
- June 2017
- May 2017
- April 2017
- March 2017
- February 2017
- January 2017
- December 2016
- November 2016
- October 2016
- September 2016
- August 2016
- July 2016
- June 2016
- May 2016
- April 2016
- March 2016
-
Meta
Tag Archives: childhood
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
Leave a comment
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
Leave a comment
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.
Red Balloon
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.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged childhood, clouds, floating, John Biscello, Light, poem, red baloon
Leave a comment
Childhood’s Edge
Estranged, yet aloft, in a world her vision sculpts– Adulthood far off. Photo by Josef Sudek
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry
Tagged childhood, haiku, John Biscello, josef sudek, photography, Poetry, prague
Leave a comment
Kissing Anya
Young love, urban lore, coming of age, and the nature of forever. An excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.
Posted in Audio, Books, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged boy and girl, Brooklyn, childhood, coming of age, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, urban lore, young love
Leave a comment
Glow
Childhood and coke parties. Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.
Posted in Audio, Books, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, family matters, John Biscello, New York, novel, Prose, urban lore, Video
Leave a comment
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
Leave a comment
John Biscello 