From the absolute hovel
of unlettered ruins,
a crabby shard,
reflecting a tasseled badge of moonlight—
this, the modest origins
to ceremony and marvel,
as she built an outlaw cathedral
of self,
in which she dwelled and worshipped,
vagrantly hospitable
to the glittering harem of angels
who, nightly,
swooped down
to carve sacral
texts of light
upon her rumored longing
to grow sheer,
and host holy fire.
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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 three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, 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.
