Her fractures, to mend,
begged a lacy run of slowmelt kisses–
As above, so below.

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 three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, 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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6 Responses to Climate

  1. I felt like a I left a comment here just a bit I ago. 🤔
    I’m making it again and if it also appears on something else you’ve done there’s either a theme running through me or one through you lol

    This reads sensually to me but that might just be me, sometimes certain words make me feel certain things that others don’t. I have a word fetish. Ha


  2. Alrighty mister, what have you dont with my one hundred comments on this post?!


  3. Potted meat girl, at your service


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