“Voyages are accomplished inwardly”–Henry Miller
This dreamer’s life,
sentenced to passive worth
and fired stillness.
Cross my heart
and hope to die,
there is, I promise,
nothing whatsoever
to prove
or assert
or confirm,
no doors to walk through
(you are the metaphor you are seeking),
no need to justify
or validate your claim
for existing,
for taking up space,
here, now.
Pause,
and marvel at the phenomena
of being at home, within,
while traveling great imaginary distances
to give worlds their ephemeral due.
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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.
