Devotional

Posted on June 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Remember me

to the

ease of light,

its pause

and passage,

we

are not long

for this earth,

which swallows

us,

and our lovetagged

bones,

as a matter

of natural course

and radical recomposition,

all the gifts,

and hopes unwound

like a carnival of kites

in a ghostfaced sky,

must be returned,

it is part of the deal,

the equalizer

that rivets

the wonder wheel

to its own cyclical surge

and motion,

and I, bearing the privilege

of passenger,

for what amounts

to a split second

between

God’s inhale

and exhale,

cannot help

but air

my epitaph,

with the utmost

gratitude

and reverence,

for every dream

that held me bated

and green,

for every sweetness

and sorrow

that carved my interior

into a well-lighted cathedral,

where basking became

my truest art

and devotion.

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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