Blossoms

There is no secret,
no magic this
or that, or know-how manual
to guide the process
to betterment,
it is, I believe,
simply a matter of paying attention,
to people, flowers, sand, stones,
dolls, puddles, dreams,
souls,
first and foremost your own,
its calling
nothing short of love
wanting to know itself
heard and fulfilled,
I have found
that attention charitably paid
reaps the greatest dividends,
entire worlds, hidden, unseen,
green and warm and blossom,
a swelling, lidless
in its capacity to grow.
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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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3 Responses to Blossoms

  1. Okay, now you’re just beautiful.
    In case you weren’t aware

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