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Tag Archives: melancholy
Crumbs
That’s him , yeah. That’s right, every day, from late morning to dusk, he sits on that bench and waits for her. I don’t know who she was. His love who left him. Or died. Disappeared. There are all … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged bench, loneliness, love, melancholy, old man, park, Prose, sadness, story, witness
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Seance
It was a time in her life when she was not there, not inside herself or her life. And she was pregnant. Pregnant by the wrong man, so many wrong turns and wrong men, and this one, a mislaid night … Continue reading
Blue Jukebox
She passed through the beads dangling in the doorway. Echoes of beads rattling, like glassy cricket bones crunched, her moving forward, stopping at the counter, men’s heads turning, as if on rubbery swivels, none say a word, wordless the men … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged cantina, dreams, fragment, halluncinations, jukebox, melancholy, music, Prose, sadness
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Slowtorch
Beneath the cauterized furies, and unspent silences, amounting to greater deficit, there is, and always has been, at heart’s nimbus base, a soft, wistful melancholy, not unlike the adagio threads of rain silvering the opened palms of a small child, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged heart, John Biscello, love, melancholy, nostalgia, poem, Poetry, sad clown, slowtorch, tender, wistful
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Wendigo, a Winter Story
A man in a bulky white parka is running across a snowy landscape. The hood pulled over his head is lined with seal-gray fur. He is wearing plastic goggles that are caked in frost. … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged ghosts, grief, ice, John Biscello, love, melancholy, Prose, sadness, snow, sorrow, story, wendigo, Winter
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Woman Draped in Yellow
In a state of honeyed repose, her flightless body, a constellation, draped in the sheer cloth of sunlight, as she models hidden grief to witnesses unseen by common sight.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged honey, John Biscello, Literary, melancholy, Poetry, sheer, Yellow
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