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Tag Archives: ghosts
Ghost Story
Running on empty every voice wondered where its body had gone.
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Tagged emptiness, ghosts, haiku, haunt, John Biscello, voices
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Cinema
In a starless sky, night hastens to remind us– Ghosts pass softly, fade.
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Tagged fade-in, fade-out, ghosts, haiku, John Biscello, night, poem, sky, Stars
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Ghosting
(Excerpt from Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale) I closed my notebook and sat motionless at my desk for a long while, feeling flat and infirm. Then, not able to put it off any longer, it was time to disengage my … Continue reading
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Tagged Broken Land a Brooklyn Tale, Brooklyn, coney island, ghosts, John Biscello, novel, Prose, unsolicited press
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Scandinavia
(Excerpt from Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale) I am standing over myself: a runt-skinny kid lying flat on his stomach, right elbow hunched, the stubby pencil in his left hand ferociously scribbling on a piece of unlined white paper. … Continue reading
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Tagged Broken Land a Brooklyn Tale, Brooklyn, ghosts, John Biscello, novel, Prose, storytelling, Surrealism, unsolicited press
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First, Lasting
In the shrine that we build for first kisses, lies the furloughed still-warm lips of Childhood’s ghosts, forever puckering to seal love, airtight in its untold lore and claim to rose.
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Tagged childhood, dream, ghosts, John Biscello, lips, love, rose, tenderness
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Runes
Hungry ghosts, gorging, moon-bellied, rending gristle from earthly scavenge— my god, these monsters and their appetites, swallowing illusions whole, to feed empty its runes of fire.
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Tagged appetite, fire, ghosts, God, illusions, John Biscello, moon, poem, Poetry
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Treaty
The warring, within, ended. No one won. White flags, adorning the masts of souls, became the rage and pacific vogue. Ghosts kissed demons, demons kissed children, children blew kisses into the air, christening echoes. I woke up, sudden to my … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, freedom, ghosts, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rebirth, skull
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Wonder
Each spring they return, bound to renew small wonders– Innocent by turns. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Jean Rhys at Twilight
Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, ghosts, haunt, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, nutrition, poem, Poetry, silence, twilight, window, writer, writing life
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