Patrick SeguininpaseguinwritesThe first and the lastDo not be afraid. These were the only words my maternal grandfather had ever spoken to me. He committed suicide in July of ‘95.Sep 23, 2020Sep 23, 2020
Patrick SeguininpaseguinwritesBumping UgliesCarrie sat at the edge of her bed, aching in that horrible gap between filthy drunkenness and crystalline sobriety. Her sludgy brain…May 13, 2020May 13, 2020
Patrick SeguininpaseguinwritesFishing With Lee MarvinThe baby died in the bath water as the belly dancer shook her gut out on the dock. The baby’s mother ran out of my bedroom in hysterics…Mar 7, 2020Mar 7, 2020
Patrick SeguininpaseguinwritesHas a nice life“One thing I can’t stand about Prague,” said Jill as she pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, “is all the tourists.”Feb 28, 2020Feb 28, 2020
Patrick Seguininpaseguinwritesopen to burnlove is a word, love is a chemical imbalance, love is a swordfish, a genie’s wish, and a spilled glass of burgundy on white shag…Sep 5, 2019Sep 5, 2019
Patrick Seguininpaseguinwritessweat equityI admire the labor you invest in your interrogation. it gets muddy, almost hilarious, as we duel with cocktail swords and opposing…Nov 28, 2018Nov 28, 2018
Patrick Seguininpaseguinwritescorner officeI lean out to feel the sky the way it gasps throughout its cloud-pocked expanse below me, beneath the sidewalks insects survive more…Nov 23, 20181Nov 23, 20181
Patrick Seguininpaseguinwritesholiday poniesaround the setting the same cobblestones, the same black spots of discarded gum, the same dead cigarette butts the same rubbishNov 20, 2018Nov 20, 2018
Patrick SeguininpaseguinwritesK.I.S.S.taking cover as Joyceian passions mingle with those thrust by Bataille we wrap each other in a Shakespearean embraceNov 13, 2018Nov 13, 2018
Patrick Seguininpaseguinwritesin your kitchenin your kitchen I rule the world throwing down harsh bolts of poetry for mature audiences in your kitchen I grieve for relationships I’ve…Nov 13, 2018Nov 13, 2018
