Tag Archives: hurt

Innocent When You Dream

Posted on April 15, 2019 by John Biscello

Hidden, in full view of shadows well-fitted to be worn out at day’s end, the young girl bared herself to the woman she would become, years before love lifted then wrecked her sworn passage home.   (Image of Marguerite Duras, … Continue reading →

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Forever’s Youth

Posted on December 12, 2018 by John Biscello

   Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever.    It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves as a couple, this … Continue reading →

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Outlet

Posted on May 15, 2018 by John Biscello

Kiss my shame, she said, the moistened outlet to my sealed-in history, run your tongue, but gentle now, gentle, over my heart-shaped booboo, make it sing, as if the moon, a secret maestro, was drawing the most beautiful notes from … Continue reading →

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Pearl

Posted on March 29, 2018 by John Biscello

Drowned at a young age, angel to a sunken arc– find her pearl-diving.

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Breathing Lessons

Posted on February 18, 2018 by John Biscello

   One night Anya and I were hanging out in my living room. My father was in Atlantic City. My mother was dead. Had been for almost three years at that point.    Anya and I had the place to … Continue reading →

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