The Bones and the Blue

“I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and future—the timelessness of the rocks and the hills—all the people who have existed there.  I prefer winter and fall when you feel the bone structure in the landscape—the loneliness of it—the dead feeling of winter, something waits beneath it—the whole story doesn’t show.  I think everything like that—which is contemplative, silent, shows a person alone—people always feel is sad.  Is it because we’ve lost the art of being alone?”—Andrew Wyeth

The slow bones

of the earth creaked

as Old Man Winter,

seeded

with most barren blues,

arrived, lumbering,

to tell stories

rooted in forever

and then some,

to the people

who enjoyed

the company of tales

to warm

their dreaming solitude.

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.
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