“From forests whose leaves flicker beneath bruised skies, to the gold of harvested wheat, and the deep flames of ripened apples, autumn is fire’s season. For me, it’s also a siren call to deep reflection on nature’s inexorable cycle of renewal, which includes the inevitability of my own death, a fact I seek to accept with a wholehearted fiat instead of futile “rage against the dying of the light.” “
Frank Paino’s poems have appeared in a variety of literary journals and anthologies. His third book, Obscura, was published by Orison Books in 2020. Among other awards, he has received a Pushcart Prize, The Cleveland Arts Prize in Literature, and an Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council.
