Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

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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SAVIOR Man of Steel why won’t you come down from your perch high above Metropolis save me I have desperately tried to fly in your cape but you left me no field guide and in this world I need to be more than just a hero Do you remember when I gazed upon you with …

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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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