I close my notebook,
and everything that goes with it,
and listen to the crow
cawing outside my window.
I get confused.
Is he saying
Winter is coming soon,
or,
It’s time to dream rightly,
as I do,
with zero regard for time zones
or distance.
I wait for the crow to say more.
Nothing. Silence.
I open my notebook
and jot down
my happy misunderstandings
between lines
without measure.
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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.
