Sanctum

In fables of solitude and memory

I have grieved softly,

sounding outlets through many courses

and channels carved.

Every escape the way back in

barred.

In other words

don’t confuse leaving with exits.

In this room,

a single-sourced cell and hive,

and cause to the effects

of mania and buzz,

an unlikely us was formed.

There is an aching at the heart of this.

A deep fissure widening ever inward.

Little sound, no fury.

Only the watery murmurs

and diminished echoes

of a room,

essentially empathic,

tuning to a dialogue

between you

and who exactly?

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; 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 plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.
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