Dust in the Wind

Much here is caked in dust. Dust-skinned dogs and dust-skinned horses. Dust-coated houses in ruin, the staccato of ruins, the oldlife song of decay, dreams move sluggishly here at the pace of dust, the swirling eddies of dust, dust in the eyes and ears and nostrils, sunbaked granules of dust, fine stinging granules of dust, the cracking reign of dust popping and sputtering, the dust on the boots of the soldiers passing by in jeeps, the dust on the sandals of the saints walking the streeta unseen, part of an invisible parade, a fiesta not meant for human eyes (but oftentimes felt by human hearts and human spirits), sad dust days and salad days of dust (the lettuce parched and coated in granules, crunch crunch)….

It is hard to walk on different timelines all at once, it takes a lot of balancing… I am here, I am yesterday, I am tomorrow….

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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