In My Solitude

Posted on June 3, 2018 by John Biscello

It is, for me,

as well as other writers

of a certain breed,

a familiar haunt

and barbed echo,

that fear

of being found out

and exposed

as a fraud

and imposter,

some busted metaphor

that won’t hold up under the hot glare

of lighted scrutiny,

as if,

a writer,

stripped bare

of the words

architecting that paradox

of naked and hidden,

will show

no one there,

no one

except maybe

that lonely, terrified

child

at the heart of it all,

who, from the beginning,

entrusted

the solitude

of who he was

and who he wasn’t

to the sheer power of stories

and the beloved company they keep.

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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4 Responses to In My Solitude

teemadzika says:

June 3, 2018 at 11:01 am

I understand this feeling.

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- John Biscello says:
  
  June 3, 2018 at 11:25 am
  
  Companionship in solitude : )
  
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Auroraboros says:

June 3, 2018 at 11:39 am

Beautifully penned… This is a fear so many of us feel and are driven by… Creating substance to demonstrate substance, worth from words (and vice versa).

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- John Biscello says:
  
  June 3, 2018 at 12:07 pm
  
  Yes, well said, Aurora. Worth through words, as if the weight of one’s soul resided there. Of course we are so much more. Or less. As in the less-is-more phenomena of it all : )
  
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