Dreamlife for the Living

It is really
just one long dream
interrupted
in thorny intervals
by fictions that we mistake
for realities,
the single white feather
floating like a tangible
sliver of breath
on the river’s cyclical surface
tells you all you need to know,
not an arrogant, fact-totem
brand of knowing,
but the soul’s
unflagging gospel
and history,
crafted in a warm whisper
stretched across Time’s
enigmatic, half-smiling
lips,
initiating amen
endlessly.
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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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10 Responses to Dreamlife for the Living

  1. Telling us all we need to know for our soul. I love this so much, the whole thing

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  2. Like, for typothetical example, if you were here right now, I’d ask you to remove all your garments and get into bed and then I’d cover you in a blue blanket and make sure you were all cocoontucked in, and then, seconds later, I would uncover you and then, well I suppose … cover you 😉 Something to that effect.

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  3. A beautiful, mind bending piece, John! I love it.

    hmmmm ~ you and ‘erroneouschoices’ do remember this is an open forum? Your hot conversations are fun but perhaps not meant for all to see? but this may be “fictions that we mistake for realities” so I should let it be.

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