Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

  ‘they meet every morning at 9’   brittle bones crave the vitamin d and java.   bagels are slowly masticated by teeth grown false like the theory of graceful aging.   hot water remains ideal for digestion as long as the shit in the drawers is overlooked.   minute by minute the mundane is …

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What do you hear..?   ‘across from the bank’   gently, gently the carillons ring from the church tower heralding the hour nigh tolling, tolling while the faithless hear only bells.   #barflypoet #josephapinto   © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.   Knock back my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from …

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