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.

 

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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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4 Responses to In My Solitude

  1. teemadzika's avatar teemadzika says:
    June 3, 2018 at 11:01 am

    I understand this feeling.

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  2. Blue's avatar 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's avatar 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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