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Tag Archives: train station
Way Station
I walked to the train station at night. I was going to drive. It was a hot day, I had already been out walking in the sun, and I thought—just drive to the train station. But when it was time … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged america, desolation, fiction, fragment, Prose, railroad, rain, shadows, story, town, train station, travel, writing
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Brooklyn Spleen
We didn’t talk about it, but we knew we’d never amount to anything, no matter what we did. No matter how celebrated the accomplishment, no matter how big the fiction and the audience buying it, nothing could ever fill those … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose, Publications
Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, childhood, friends, kids, neighborhood, Poetry, Prose, story, streets, train station
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Station
From the series, Japan Poems. Through a gate darkly, semblance of lives, burning time– Tokyo nocturne.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, japan, nocturne, poem, portrait, tokyo, train station
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Weather Report
From the series, Japan Poems. Satiated want of rain kissing ground open to blurred trysts with strangers.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged crowds, haiku, japan, niigata, poem, portrait, portrati, rain, street scene, train station
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Dispatch
From the series, Japan Poems. Scent of coming rain, accompanied by silence– Solitude holds sway.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged desolation, haiku, happy place, isolation, japan, niigata, poem, red light, solitude, street scene, train station
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Way
From the series, Japan Poems. Every crossing moves in step with homesickness for places unknown.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged Blue, clouds, crossing, haiku, japan, niigata, poem, train station, umbrella
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Transit
From the series, Japan Poems. Train station at night, quiet keeps me company– First person dreaming.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged echigo ishiyama station, haiku, japan, nightwalks, niigata, poem, street photography, train station
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Nocturne
From the series, Japan Poems. A gentle beckon, and softly blurred invitation to disappear– No words necessary as you drift along the gauzy lines of a nocturne, so soon to fade, so near to dreaming within worlds quietly lost.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged echigo, japan, night walk, niigata, nocturne, poem, Poetry, train station
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Company
It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged anthony distefano, CSF Publishing, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, no sleep till brooklyn, novel, train station
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Waiting
I am waiting. There I am, see me, waiting on the train station platform. I am waiting for my train. It is a specific train that I am waiting for. When a train begins pulling into the station, I … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged existential quandary, John Biscello, Prose, recognition, train station, waiting
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