Joe Bisicchia

Kith and Kin

Spaghetti intertwines.

Of our common thread,

I grew up thinking

Nat King Cole was Italian.

How couldn’t he be?

Felt like family.

Next seat, that close.

Maybe even

from same provincia.

Maybe from just next door.

Close as 10 Antietem,

from the same sunken road

near a supposed dead end.

Zio Tomasso talked tomatoes

back then with Mr. Cole.

And we learned all kinds

of education at school.

And songs to sing and

spring came to being.

And see now the fog’s smoke

clears and the wars end and

we can still unify the past

with the present and

see the us and

the them and

the world

as one.

Sharing Sunday spaghetti.


Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in numerous publications. His website is