Emily Dickinson

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At the severest hour, everything fell within.
A banquet hall after the crash, after the deluge, and you,
a mouse, courting lull, tracked pawprints in flour,
stalking floorboards for crumbled manna.
You, the mouse, with slow heaven firing your eyes,
appraising the mess, and determined to put the house back in order.
Sure, it was a tall task for a meek creature,
but you had stilted symmetry and angelic stutters on your side,
they were your virtues and allegiances, and so, approximating
in soulfingered shorthand, in radical glyphs, you set to work.
The house screamed, cried, quieted down, moaned and gagged
and lolled its split flaring tongues.
Haunted houses, you see, are very much like children
who are waiting to be fed the right spiritual candy, sweetly everlasting
in its cherried peace.
You and the house were one,
every speck of dust doubling as starglint in your pinkest eye,
every untucked sheet awaiting your deliberate touch,
every shuttered window a warning sign,
every faded dream shadowed in storied nooks,
you, the mouse, didn’t live in the house, you lived through it,
as one would portals, or a bloodstream, to let yourself
out meant burrowing deeper within.
So you sang, endlessly, barrowing breath into craft,
and through love’s rimless labor,
showed us that stillest psalms
run deeper still.

 

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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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2 Responses to Emily Dickinson

  1. I really love all of these, the way you’ve created these. Like I said once somewhere, you’re beautiful.

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