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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Memory Babe
(In honor of Jack Kerouac’s birthday, March 12th, an excerpt from my Greyhound travelogue, “Stray Passages”) I discovered Kerouac, by chance, when I was nineteen and as a wide-eyed babe greedily suckling Kerouac’s vision-engorged tit, that which he had … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged beat generation, greyhound, jack kerouac, John Biscello, literature, love, Prose, travel, writing, youth
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Fruit
L & S was a candy store and newsstand located on the corner of 60th St. and 18th Ave. L & S, which stood for Louie & Son, was owned by Louie Varinella: a burly, slightly balding man with … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, Freeze Tag, fruit, heroin, John Biscello, loan shark, Prose, story
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Howl II
(Poem written in response to Joe Sorren’s “While the Trucks on the Highway All Howl”) While the trucks on the highway all howl, beneath a milk-bottle sky, Sunday’s children, curious and bulb-headed, lay vigorous claim to Paradise. Non-profit architects, they … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, beach, boys, childhood, friends, Joe Sorren, John Biscello, Literary, sand-castles
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Double Exposure
I. There is strange music in her head, a choir’s brew. You cannot see it but, in the bask of a sunchecked idle, she drifts beyond ordinary logic to dream of water like melted locks, like aquamarine flowers silk to … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anne sexton, beach, black and white, cleopatra, jackie o., John Biscello, photo, Poetry, poets
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Morningbreak
I want to eat Anne Sexton for breakfast like toxic cereal like bacon fat like sunbursts of egg yolk swallowed whole and washed down with a glass of fire (then I will spit up the flames burning down the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anne sexton, death, etcetera, John Biscello, Literary, longing, love, poets, sex, suicide
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Vivaldi in Love
Spring, tender bud raising gravity in the center of a palm. Summer, drawn and quartered shafts of light mouthing the sea. Fall, fetal leaves curling in on themselves— inversion banking on faith. Winter, hospitable merger of bare limbs relishing arson … Continue reading
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Tagged fall, John Biscello, Literary, music, Poetry, seasons, spring, summer, vivaldi, Winter
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Cloud Nine
Dylan Thomas falls from his barstool in Heaven— God, tending bar, picks him up, turns to Job—Who am I to judge?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cloud-nine, Dylan Thomas, God, Heaven, Job, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, sobriety
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Lighted Window Syndrome
All my life I have had lighted window syndrome. Being outside someone’s window at night, and seeing the lighted window, its warm amber glow was an invitation to feel a sense of home, not to be at home, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged detachment, ghost, home, John Biscello, Light, Literary, Prose, story, window
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My Sister
My sister and I are bonded in that we were in the trenches together. In the battle-zone that was our household, we were witnesses to and casualties of the same war. I am six years older than my … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, family, John Biscello, Prose, sibling, sister, story
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My Mother
My mother had had a hard life. There have been many challenges, many obstacles, and in a sense you could trace their origins back to her father, her rapist. When your father is also your rapist your childhood … Continue reading
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Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, courage, family, incest, John Biscello, mother, son, story, survival, urban
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