You
are but a thought
a stitch in a dream
the interstice between breaths
Okay, then, if I accept and embrace my interstitial stitchiness, then why this consuming need and hunger to discover who’s dreaming me? Why can’t I just be the silent stitch and breath, free from the ping and bings of wondering? I think this compulsion began when I became aware (more of a sneaking suspicion really, a hunch) that I was being dreamed, that behind my life and mind and dreams was a dreamer, and because I was being dreamed I was the progeny and recall of real-life fiction. Or fiction spanning real-time. What I know about the O.G. Dreamer is that I know nothing, and I want to scream I-don’t-know into a mega-watt god-conch. If I-don’t-know were a superpower, I’d be nearly omnipotent.
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.
