Kristian Patruno


He laid his mind out like parquetry on the floor all different grains & shades connected a maze of mandala like geometries of finer polish than he’d ever thought. He watched the sun play across its face fingertips tracing smoothes …

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The Summer that Fires Raged

for the Artist of Artists Leonard Cohen played, the great poet played, touring as I first gave myself to you in a pour of valentines rain where the hipster suburb we washed through bloomed roses Spraypainted along the bricks of …

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