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Posted on April 17, 2018 by John Biscello
Sssshhh, gently now, gently,
Love, the slippered guest,
the tender trespasser,
enters the house of wet leaves,
softly, finger pressed to asking lips,
no more questions, just this:
the sound of rain, pealing,
to bless storied thirst.

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.
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5 Responses to N.

  2. Blue's avatar Auroraboros says:
    April 17, 2018 at 5:34 pm

    This is a great piece. I enjoyed reading it quite a lot.

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  3. saynotoclowns's avatar saynotoclowns says:
    April 17, 2018 at 7:44 pm

    a fellow blogger and I were just sharing about our love for rain.
    This is wonderful. (And happy birthday 🙂 )
    (I love Taos. It’s been years since we visited there, but I will never forget)

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