Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

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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I cannot believe that my grandmother passed away a year ago this month.  I think it’s true – the passage of time truly does speed up once you have a child.  It seems only yesterday that I was a kid myself, sitting in her kitchen during my lunches from school.  A child always needs consistency.  That …

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I have become acutely aware that I’ve marked the passing of days not by the rise and fall of the sun, but rather a spark of flame. Each night before going to sleep, no matter how tired I may be, nor how late into the night the clock does strike, I take a little tea …

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Nearly four years ago, I had an opportunity to take my dad to lunch for Father’s Day.  He ordered a big bowl of pasta, if memory serves me correctly, but he didn’t eat all that much, if anything at all.  My recollection of those days has long since browned along the edges.  But I do remember that …

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I glimpsed a tiny piece of Heaven last week. Or at least the purity intended on earth that more often than not goes wasted. No, I didn’t have an out-of-body experience.  I simply watched my Athena attend early pre-K for the first time. I was nervous.  Although Athena has slowly progressed through some of her developmental …

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My daughter Athena moved from a crib to a big girl bed last week.  She’ll be three on May 29 – a ripe time to attempt her “graduation”.  Believe me, when your three-year old moves from crib to big girl bed, it’s an occasion.   I went about it as dutifully as any dad, I should think.  Told my …

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I’m Joseph Pinto.  Mr. Mom.  Horror writer. It isn’t easy.  Being a horror writer, that is.  Spent most my life sacrificing my dream of becoming an author rather than chasing it down.  Sacrificed it to a thankless family business besieged by greed, deceit and corruption, and then sacrificed it to start my own.  Sacrificed it …

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