Girl, Chair

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The girl in the chair
is no longer the girl in the chair,
she is neither here nor there,
she is always and forget-me-not,
soul-spray and glacial uproar
causing a siege,
she is the spidery patterns
of her exploded heart,
woven in to the ritual symmetry
of a fibrous arc,
where a girl once sat,
once upon a time, forever.

 

(Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
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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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9 Responses to Girl, Chair

  1. I absolutely love this

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Hahaha, let me send you the screen shot of it to your email. It looks completely different on my iPad screen

    Liked by 1 person

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