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Tag Archives: witness
Crumbs
That’s him , yeah. That’s right, every day, from late morning to dusk, he sits on that bench and waits for her. I don’t know who she was. His love who left him. Or died. Disappeared. There are all … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged bench, loneliness, love, melancholy, old man, park, Prose, sadness, story, witness
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The Old Neighborhood
Recorded version of my piece, “Fruit,” which was a 2023 Non-Fiction Prize Finalist in Brooklyn Film & Arts essay competition. The story revolves around shame, powerlessness, addiction, and survival techniques during days of Brooklyn youth.
Posted in Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged addiction, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, brooklyn film and arts, family, film, italian american, mean streets, New York, Prose, shame, storytelling, Video, voice, witness
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Cinemagical
“Everything is begging to be discovered, not accidentally, but intuitively. Seeking intuitively, one’s destination is never in a beyond of time or space but always here and now. If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged Cinema, enjoy, henry miller, John Biscello, poem, witness
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Calling
Beyond the slimmest margins, a paling, a cooling, where you can assume the role of engaged witness and translate intimacy into a remembered calling, a friend without want or ceiling.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged calling, intimate measures, poem, Poetry, soulplay, the craft, witness
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Witness
Inspiration, when two worlds converge, unplanned, and you serve as witness.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, cup, haiku, inspiration, John Biscello, sea, witness
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Tend
To be given over, again and again, to amen, upon this earth, to bind renewal, through wonder tended, by savor’s witness.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged amen, John Biscello, poem, renewal, sacred, soul, spirit, witness, wonder
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Witness
Divine, immeasurable wedlock between infinitely charged particles; I, humbly engaged, to bear witness
John Biscello 