Tag Archives: train station
Mystery
Because we never met, you will forever and always remain the fretted girl behind double crossed scratched glass square rooted Brooklyn train station blues, the soundless frozen fragment of a life running on and outward bound.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, girl, image, photo, poem, Poetry, train station, urban
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How Tomorrow Moves
It was a matter of helium-speak, and tomorrow-talk, and bright ribbons of noise amounting to nothing. We, hanging out on the street-corner, conducting ping-pong volleys and raps, ferocity and verve, building ourselves up—who we were and were not, what we … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, John Biscello, Literary, Prose, storytelling, street corner, train station, urban
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