To No End

Texts to be read aloud inside your head while no one is listening. This one of the directives we received. We also heard Your ears may start to burn as if a forest fire is burning inside your head a forest of pines burning down to the ground clearing space for new nuptials to seed to spawn. Do not be alarmed. It’s all part of what needs to happen what has happened will happen again. We heard this and wondered if it was in any way connected to texts to be read aloud inside your head while no one is listening. It’s hard to figure out which fractures to match. Seeking symmetries in fractures compounded has become our thing our vocation if you will. Not mending fractures mind you matching them. Because it has been suggested if we match enough of the fractures correctly and by correctly we mean symmetrically mapped then mending will naturally inevitably occur. There is no way of knowing if this voice is right. There are many voices. We try them on like plagiarized rags from a bone shop.

Texts to be read aloud inside your head while no one is listening. It seems that this phrase may be a vagabond originating from the books of hours of longing. To this we must tend carefully patiently playing the roles of wardens with means to no end.

Painting by Jackson Pollock

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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