Birth of a Prologue


   They say you can’t go home again. I don’t know who “they” are, but apparently this mysterious phantom collective is well-stocked in facts, aphorisms and guidelines.
   I was going home again, to Brooklyn, though the notion of return, and what it implied, was a matter of existential semantics.
   There’s another saying: “When you leave Brooklyn, you ain’t going anywhere.”
   That has held true for me throughout the years.
   No matter where I’ve gone, where I’ve lived, Brooklyn has always been there with me—a trusty vaudeville sidekick, or mutable beast scavenging in my gut.
   Brooklyn, as a phantom city that inhabits me, is immune to erosion, and neither time nor geographical distance can part us. Which is why “they” had it wrong. You can go home again. And again, and again, and again. The journey is but a trick of light, and memory; a recursive free-fall into spools of footage. Or to put it another way: It’s the rehearsal for a show that stopped running a long time ago.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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