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Tag Archives: train station
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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Between Stations
I was on the subway platform waiting for the train when I spotted a thin girl in torn jeans and bright green tank-top walking in my direction. Her hair was a bushel of unruliness. As the girl drew nearer … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, first love, girl interrupted, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, Prose, subway encounter, train station
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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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