Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction


the prince, though wicked, still wise…




a devil’s deal

for love

heart freely ripped

gnarled vines replacing


eyes rust weeping

emaciated clouds

sun refuge


he handed

break soil,

he spoke,

only now can you appreciate drought.


listen to this poem



© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

From My Front Steps,’ ‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.


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