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Tag Archives: young love
Boy and Girl
I remember the time, Anya, when my mother asked about you and me. I was thirteen. My mother’s sickness was in its early stages. She had already turned the couch in the living-room into her sickbed. She hated lying … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged boys girls, John Biscello, kissing, no man's brooklyn, peter pan, romance, young love
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Swing Set
There was that day you wore your hair in pigtails. You were thirteen. Pigtails and a pale blue summer dress. I think the dress was new. My mother had died three days earlier. You and I … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, grief, John Biscello, little prince, no man's brooklyn, pigtails, young love
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Forever’s Youth
Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves as a couple, this … Continue reading
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Tagged anne brigman, forever, haunt, hurt, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, novel, young love
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The Lovers
What are we gonna do with ourselves Daniel? Like right now? Like ever. Are you gonna go to college? I don’t know, but I don’t think so. Why you’re smart? I hate school. You … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, Brooklyn, first kiss, John Biscello, no man's brooklyn, young love
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Gist
The manic blush and titter of young love is no serum nor mirage, but rather the gist of bloom martyred so soon to thorns.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bloom, flower, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, romance, thorns, young love
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First Time, Forever
(Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.) What are we gonna do with ourselves Daniel? Like right now? Like ever. Are you gonna go to college? I don’t know, but I don’t think so. Why you’re smart? … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, Brooklyn, friends, John Biscello, kiss, kissing, lust, no man's brooklyn, novel, passion, schoolyard, teenagers, young love
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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
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Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, catholic school girls, crush, halloween, jack and sally, John Biscello, Prose, story, urban, young love
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