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Frankie Paino

Fall 1994

The Old Religion

By Frankie Paino

That was the world before the world,  where we drifted, weightless, in each other’s arms.  Or before there were arms, when we were only quiet together,  wrapped in countless swizzles […]

Summer 1992

Halloween

By Frankie Paino

Fuck October, season of burning,   each leaf a singular flame lit from within, its spiraling   fall like madness, and the toothy rakes clawing piles which smolder all night. Fuck sunlight […]

Summer 1992

Sometimes the Dead

By Frankie Paino

How infinitely we come to love    the finite—the moment   summer’s first sunset hangs its impossible light in a balance    and my lover and I stare   like idiots, unable to say […]

Fall 1994

Alchemy

By Frankie Paino

(John William Polidori, M.D. 1795-1821) Such precision in your death.   You’d found the color of forgiveness, or, at least,   forgetting—Mottled purple. Blue-black   like the bruise which wove around your ankle […]

Fall 1994

Desire

By Frankie Paino

In the beginning, the Devil came only as a shadow. He had no voice. No substance. No weight. Howshy he was, coiled in the long dark at the foot of […]