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Tag Archives: park
Everybody’s Got One
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
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Swinger
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
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Ssshh!
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
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Bench
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
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Daniel and Anya
(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
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Angels with Dirty Laundry
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
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Night Gallery
Posted in Artwork, Uncategorized
Tagged autumn, house, John Biscello, Light, lighted window, longing, night, nocturne, park, trees, window
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Lamp
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
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