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Tag Archives: urban
No Man’s Brooklyn
New edition of my fourth novel coming soon. From the valentine boneyards of working-class Brooklyn, comes a tale of first love, lost innocence, tragedy, and healing. Daniel Trovato, having left his native Bensonhurst years ago to start a new life … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Prose, Publications
Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, coming of age, first love, ghost story, New York, novel, Prose, urban
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Kissing Anya
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
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Bensonhurst, boy, Brooklyn, crush, forever, girl, John Biscello, love, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, romance, story, urban, writing, youth
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Stoop
Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond.
Bensonhurst
Bones of my birthplace, splintering in rapid tow– There’s no place like home?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Bensonhurst, bones, Brooklyn, haiku, home, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, rapid transit, subway, train, urban
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Rails
Manic with vigor, city’s chaste love affair with itself, off the rails.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, coney island, futurism, John Biscello, New York, poem, Poetry, train, urban
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Halloween
Halloween. As was tradition, the boys would stalk the neighborhood, armed with cartons of eggs and cans of Barbasol. Me and my friends were foam-caked, yolk-splatted messes when we ran into Alexis and her friends coming home from school. They … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, catholic school girls, crush, halloween, jack and sally, John Biscello, Prose, story, urban, young love
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Futurism 101
Shaping destiny’s progress through emptiness held together by an epiphany of particles architecting man’s worth in finite measures.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged architecture, city, futurism, haiku, John Biscello, manifest destiny, New York, new york in the 20s, poem, Poetry, progress, skyscrapers, urban
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Summer Wind
Tar, vinegar, piss, crossing of urban perfume– Those summer winds, tracked.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged 18th avenue, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, haiku, John Biscello, New York, poem, summer, train, urban
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Legend
Summer in Brooklyn, hydrant dreaming in graffiti– legends of childhood.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, decay, graffiti, haiku, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, summer, urban
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