Tag Archives: park

Crumbs

Posted on December 16, 2025 by John Biscello

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 | Leave a comment

Berth

Posted on October 2, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Repose commingled with distance is the dreamer’s stillest means to cargoless departure.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged dreamers, farmers, japan, niigata, park, Poetry, portrait, river, still life | Leave a comment

Everybody’s Got One

Posted on September 2, 2020 by John Biscello

I was once asked to create a safe happy place to which I could go during times of distress and turbulence, and there it was, as it had always been– a wooden bench set under a streetlamp in a park … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged bench, dreaming, John Biscello, park, Poetry, serene loneliness, streetlamp, twilioght | Leave a comment

Swinger

Posted on August 30, 2018 by John Biscello

Piers, at play, in the swingland of shadows and thinned veils.

Posted in Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized | Tagged John Biscello, nocturne variations, novel, park, piers, shadow, swing, veils | Leave a comment

Ssshh!

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Solitary bench, modeling its full silence– lovers secrets, ssshh!

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged bench, haiku, John Biscello, lovers secrets, park, poem, Poetry, solitary, Taos | Leave a comment

Bench

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

You know the story, the bench, the promise, the waiting, the interminable stretch of waiting, and the love that never returned, as the girl became a woman and then dead. You know the legend, how the woman is still waiting, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged bench, grass, grief, John Biscello, loss, love, man, park, poem, Poetry, romance, Taos, tennis court, tragedy, woman | Leave a comment

Daniel and Anya

Posted on February 22, 2018 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.) Anya melts onto her back. Lie down with me okay? I lie down. Our sides are touching, barely, but enough. You can’t see many stars tonight, Anya says. Too … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged anya, Brooklyn, childhood, daniel, John Biscello, love, no man's brooklyn, novel, park, Prose, romance, teenagers, youth | Leave a comment

Angels with Dirty Laundry

Posted on February 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. The binge ended. It could have been longer, could have been worse. It was what it was and while there was residual shame and disquiet, there was also gratitude that I had stumbled … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged alcoholism, Brooklyn, John Biscello, Literary, love, no man's brooklyn, novel, park, relapse, story, youth | 17 Comments

Night Gallery

Posted on November 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Posted in Artwork, Uncategorized | Tagged autumn, house, John Biscello, Light, lighted window, longing, night, nocturne, park, trees, window | Leave a comment

Lamp

Posted on October 12, 2017 by John Biscello

Lamplight’s soft white hive, sourcing Solitude’s tender– slow walk through Heaven.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, Heaven, John Biscello, lamp, lamplight, lonely, night, park, poem, Poetry, serene | Leave a comment