Joe Bisicchia Poems
|1.||Drips It Down||10/14/2016|
|3.||All Shook Up||10/14/2016|
|4.||We Hold On||10/14/2016|
|5.||Picnic On A Monday In May||10/14/2016|
|6.||Tree In The Forest||10/16/2016|
|9.||Shape And Form||10/16/2016|
|10.||Song Of The Mime||10/16/2016|
|12.||Soles At The Hearth||11/19/2016|
|13.||The Incredible Shrinking Man||12/29/2016|
|15.||Trees Can Fly||1/26/2017|
|18.||Sounds Like Home||6/5/2017|
|20.||Fairmount Park, Philadelphia -new-||11/4/2017|
Comments about Joe Bisicchia
I know Isaiah Zeker,1909-1921.
Quick math. Kid was 12 when he gained his stone.
He's been buried for, what, let me think,
my math ain't great, a lot of years,
or about as long as I could think.
Acourse, he and I, we never did meet. Fishly, I mean.
Pass him as I walk down the street. He ain't alone.
There's a Floyd Smith,1866-1906, a baby named Joan.
But as for Isaiah, we share hellos as I walk to school.
Nothing spooky at all, in fact, really quite actually cool.
Gives me advice. Once we even ...
All Shook Up
ends, soon begun.
went without words
at the news—
non è italiano.
Both sang at sunset,
a turned up radio
Published by The Path, A Literary Magazine, Summer,2016