Kin

Posted on May 22, 2018 by John Biscello
There are chambers
inside myself
I have yet to discover
or visit,
for example,
that one room
rumored
to contain
a monk
in tattered robes
hunched over
a yellow table
benignly autistic
in his relations to text
and verses
which have held him
happily captive
for many lifetimes,
that monk,
a lighted fool
and legend
near to my heart
in all its lucid intimations
and engendered kin.

 

 

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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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7 Responses to Kin

  1. erroneouschoices's avatar erroneouschoices says:
    May 22, 2018 at 5:35 pm

    Me B is on poetic fire

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  2. erroneouschoices's avatar erroneouschoices says:
    May 22, 2018 at 8:10 pm

    Mr B. As in you. Only you. You alone.

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