Tag Archives: romance

Kissing Anya

Posted on December 28, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress.      I was hanging out in the schoolyard, by myself, throwing a Spalding against the wall. It was something I did to relax.    Anya breezed into the schoolyard. She was carrying a … Continue reading →

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Wait for Me

Posted on November 4, 2017 by John Biscello

There is no waiting, not really. Only bated suspension between commas, axles and imports; the spaces between lovers lie in fertile fields fed by small gods and nameless faeries who, by sacred squalls of weeping, consecrate the soil’s underlying reap. … Continue reading →

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Vintage

Posted on October 31, 2017 by John Biscello

Lovers reign by kiss, sealing vintage in time-lock– Fated, no recourse.

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Praise

Posted on October 26, 2017 by John Biscello

Touch, the inviolable charge inciting rent ecstasy between a bright siege of atoms, you, me, nameless, humming, conduits of praise.

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Rose is a Rose is a Rose

Posted on October 17, 2017 by John Biscello

Enfolding vortex, chambers of rose burial– to die claiming love.   (Kiss from a Rose © Harold Davis. Used with permission.)

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Jack and Jill

Posted on October 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Soft serve ice cream date, Jill kissed Jack’s cheek just because– Love never grows old.

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Crescent

Posted on October 15, 2017 by John Biscello

Rupture in the night, sharp crescent benediction– every fool hooked.

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In Love and War

Posted on October 8, 2017 by John Biscello

I dumped all my G.I. Joes out of the shopping bag and onto the pavement of the driveway. I separated the good guys from the bad guys, and then arranged them in specific positions. Before initiating a battle, or an … Continue reading →

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Epitaph

Posted on October 6, 2017 by John Biscello

Eden as live bait, we fall hook line and sinker– Epitaph for love.

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Innocence

Posted on October 2, 2017 by John Biscello

The party ended and I went to Gillian’s house. I was between places and Gillian was letting me stay with her temporarily, which given our history was a tribute to her character. We had been in a tumultuous three-year relationship, … Continue reading →

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