Digging for Air

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There was always plenty of tomorrow-talk, bright ribbons of noise amounting to nothing.
What we would do, where we would go, how we’d become this or that.
We erected fragile monuments to ourselves, and expected others to pay their respects, perhaps even worship the idols we had carved out of thin, ribbed air.
We talked big because that was the racket, because we were kids on a street-corner,
emotional asthmatics stealing helium from the lungs and lives of others,
prospectors mining for rare altitude.
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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 johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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