Marvel

As a child,
the thinnest greenest
wisps of air
held
tiny totemic figures
of me,
carved from sheer terror,
aloft,
and I pretended,
o how I pretended
to be the biggest strongest
bravest boldest
of them all,
a clown-saint crossing
a tightrope on a unicycle
while juggling flaming balls
to the sound of thunderous applause
which kept me in the air
until the war outside my world
coming from the next room
broke in
reminding me
how very small I was
and I fell down
and away
from everything I longed to be

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; 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 produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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2 Responses to Marvel

  1. So sad and so real.
    Definite sense of being there

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