At the edge of a weathered postcard,
the faintest glisten, by which memory holds true
and offers proof—There were people, a trip,
a sea, clouds, fragile patterns, mist.
There was this life, where we dreamed,
and so this postcard, this fated token
from an ancient future, between grave and laughter,
which you will one day hold between your hands
and realize you were in heaven the whole time.
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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.
