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Tag Archives: girls
The Color of Now
There lay the casket, in the center of a damp room, an elegant horizontal initiate ready to receive first and last offerings. Burnished cherrywood veneer, its interior lined with pale pink, the color of reprieve or fresh heaven. The softly … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Prose
Tagged funeral, girls, last furies, novel, red joans, sorrow
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It’s a Kind of Magic
Crafting from a wordless place, the Sorcerer’s stones became young girls trying to escape the grip of an audience that preyed on magic and cinema. (Image by Maya Deren)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged avant-garde, Cinema, girls, John Biscello, Maya Deren, poem, sorcerer, the way in, the way out
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All the Young Joans
Afternoon in a park. Wide shot of charred patches of grass. Cut to a hand, in a fingerless glove, reaching down to touch the grass. Cut to teenage girl, JOAN #1, kneeling, her fingers moving through the grass. Her friend, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged film, girls, joan of arc-angels, John Biscello, script, suicide sunday
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Confessions at the End of the Tunnel
It was the very end of our relationship, when it was past the point of ever being good again. We both knew it but neither one of us wanted to say it, because that would mean letting go and … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged boys, Brooklyn, drinking, girls, John Biscello, New York, Prose, realtionship, romance, story, the past
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Saturday Night Russian
It was Jake who first called Anya the Saturday Night Russian. It started when Anya was twelve. Up until that point her wardrobe had been pretty subdued, pretty ordinary. Jeans or capris, T-shirts, sandals or sneakers. Then, seemingly overnight, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, boys, Brooklyn, childhood, girls, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, saturday night russian, story, teenagers
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Catholic School Girls
The Catholic school girls. With their short plaid skirts and white collared shirts and the inviting exposure between where the skirt cut off and the sock began, generating an erotic glare of exposed flesh. In their uniforms the Catholic school … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Bishop Kearney, boys, Brooklyn, catholic school, catholic school girls, catholicisim, girls, John Biscello, lust, mother mary, Prose, purity, story, virgin mary
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