Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

Hello all! I’m very excited to announce the launch of my new website, PURPLE HOPE. I lost my father to pancreatic cancer in 2007, and since then I’ve done my best to create positivity and awareness in the fight against pancreatic cancer. PURPLE HOPE is a place where you can share your personal stories and …

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I can’t believe that my daughter is nearly a month into first grade. It seems like only yesterday that together we took a walk to her future elementary school. She was only three years old then. She sported a Tinker Bell hat atop her head and wore a Cookie Monster backpack – practice for ‘when …

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I had the opportunity to chaperone my daughter’s kindergarten class trip last week. We visited World of Wings, a great facility featuring a butterfly atrium, rooms filled with creepy-crawly bugs and slithering reptiles (inside their holding tanks, of course), and a whole host of other fun exhibits.  But the single attraction that stole the show …

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Greater than anything I could achieve as a writer, my daughter scored 7 out of 10 ‘red words’ correctly on her kindergarten test. At, my, are, with, me, come, what, you, my, can.  Those words are just some of the ‘red words’ she has been learning; the building blocks of language.  The keys to reading.  …

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I won my six-figure deal last week. My contract signed inside my daughter’s preschool classroom of all places.  Her teacher asked if I would participate in Read Across America week, and I agreed.  It was a tough crowd; preschoolers know what they want and when they want it.  Straight shooters, these preschoolers.  Rougher and more …

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Athena.  The goddess.  The wise. More than I could ever dream. My daughter started her first full day of pre K yesterday.  Has nearly a year and a half gone by since she first entered the school system (  http://wp.me/pQvQq-6b ‘Of  gods and goddesses’ )?  A peanut of a little girl – a smile that could …

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Sunday, June 17, 2012 will be my fifth Father’s Day without my own father. He passed on June 28, 2007 after a fifteen month war against pancreatic cancer. In many ways, a part of me died that day as well. In many ways, the very fiber of who I was…and who I continually evolve into…was …

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Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. You are now in the presence of the Damned. Within these pages, an eclectic gathering of dark writers and poets. Each a distinct voice. Each a bent mind. Each a tortured soul. Here, the fabric of reality twirls round our malevolent fingers. Here, light comes to die. Our world …

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damned 1: to condemn to a punishment or fate; especially : to condemn to hell 2a: to condemn vigorously and often irascibly for some real or fancied fault or defect <damned the storm for their delay> b: to condemn as a failure by public criticism 3: to bring ruin on 4: to swear at : curse—often used to express annoyance, disgust, or surprise <damn him, he should have been …

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