Glisten

It is hard to believe,
but after years
and years
of clawing
with bitten nails,
and digging with torn palms,
in the heart of a stone
she found
the babybluest wisps of cloud,
soft nimbus music,
to which she tendered
the smallest most fragile
parts of herself,
looking up
to see
and feel
fringed violet tassels
of rain,
falling,
to cover
the history of her becoming,
its gospel
and nuptial glisten.

 

 

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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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24 Responses to Glisten

  1. So beautiful, I think I like when you write about women. πŸ€” haha
    But you do so amazingly and tenderly, just as if you adore them and see the inner softness as untouched and pure. I love it

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Or maybe not women, but the female gender

    Like

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