It Begins With A Whisper

In a world

of far too many assassins,

conducting strikes, consciously or un,

on souls

and their tenderest wilds,

we need more whisperers,

those miming the cursive gist of stars,

willing to rise up in choir

and share the stories

while imparting the secret codes

indelibly imprinted into the molten core

of our divine origins—

The whole shebang a song and dance routine

that never goes dull, never grows old—

singers, dancers, dreamers,

stirrers of the heartstock jazz soup

in a bubbling cosmic cauldron,

and mark my words,

what begins as a slow river

of whispering

will become the silver-tongued sea change

upon which new vocabularies

and seasons of being

will turn us inward,

to the angels

and reapers

who were always us

to begin with.

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 Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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