Conscripture

It is not
me
you are looking for,
it is
you.
We dress
and undress
as mirrors,
conscripting images
to burn and cherish,
to reveal and reflect
the many sides
of a lighted front,
a sideways turn,
modeling love
in a series of fractures.
We tell ourselves
we are not enough,
and the Soul,
harboring every last gilded
shred of us, laughs its
warm, sagacious laugh,
knowing full well
how much of us
there is to be discovered,
beyond false claims
and the caking of ash.

 

 

 

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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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