The sandwich remains uneaten and forgotten, long since ravaged by mold. Beside it, the milk in the glass is nothing but crusty, yellow mud. The lunch now a mockery of what once was. He leans against the doorway, peering into the fruitless dark of his son’s room. Clothes cling to his skin. Thirty minutes prior, …
REPRIEVE is it okay if I lay beside you? because I can’t keep my eyes open much longer i’ve been pretty tired as of late and things have seemed to slow down around me. is it okay if I cry on your pillowcase? i’d wash it but it’ll dry soon enough that’s the way an …
MY OWN GOD TONIGHT Fogged I am, and still I cannot clear my reflection from what I perceive in my mind. The water is as cleansing as the voices in my head; if you stop and listen closely, you will hear them too, beckoning to the infinite ends. Still, I pause to recollect myself, lather …
PALACE In this darkness I have longed, yet only now do you approach beneath my canopy of sentinels. Wordless, though I have screamed centuries for you. Guileless, though now indeed you have been warned. I shall devour your pretenses; leave shorn your bravado. I am your beast, and under granite columns shall you be reborn. …
Refuge; before these iron gates I tremble. Words, long forgotten, muttered upon this unforgiving draft. Weary fingers graze lips; memory languishes. A song cries. Lost, what once remained. Balm to my wounds, these iron gates I clutch. To twist this handle, to enter into that which I have denied myself… A thousand angels mock my …
Husk The call came that you were gone and all that remained was the simple act of driving to see you one last time. Your own terms abided always something I will admire. You left me a husk something you never were something hard to erase from memory always unforgiving. And during that simple act …
I mentioned in last week’s post that the idea behind my short story LUNCH came from a poem I had written back in December 2012. For curiosity’s sake, here it is: JUST NOT HERE On this darkened night I hold you Arms empty. Your memory my solitary light Wind raps at pane, sneaks under door …
I said a prayer in the moments before I saw you that my composure would be steel and yet your utter silence broke me down in ways I never expected. Forgive me, I faltered when taking your still hand into mine and realizing your sleep would be an endless one, began to pity myself. …
Yesterday’s Fable Was it just yesterday you told me your time had come? Under a cloudless sky Nothing but myth and unspoken promise between us It was an alabaster lie I realize as much now But I was so blind to my own beliefs That I forgot to realize My faith belongs Only to borrowed …
Joseph A. Pinto 