Beneath the cauterized furies,
and unspent silences,
amounting to greater deficit,
there is,
and always has been,
at heart’s nimbus base,
a soft, wistful melancholy,
not unlike the adagio threads of rain
silvering the opened palms
of a small child,
or the moonbound clown,
smiling sadly
at the girl on the tightrope,
who, from a distance,
he secretly longs for
and hopes to see fall
into his waiting arms–
forever the child,
cherishing lost Sundays,
premature nostalgia,
and lazy aimless walks,
know myself,
bare to the touch
and claim,
between the gorgeous bask
of slowtorch dreams
and solitary haunt.

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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2 Responses to Slowtorch

  1. Beautiful, the melancholy, the wistfulness, the fall and especially “unlike the adagio threads of rain silvering the opened palms”


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