Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

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 originally posted this blog back in April, 2011.  Athena has come a long way since then.  Her resiliency is unrivalled; I admit I get caught up in the bustle of my own life instead of sitting back & appreciating the lessons my own daughter silently teaches me. There exist moments I don’t think I can …

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It’s not always horror fiction for me.  Sometimes I’ll take my pad & pen & scribble random thoughts down.  I enjoy plucking nothing from the air & making something out of it.  If I’m lucky, I’ll finish with a poem.  Or a song.  Now, I’m not saying that they’re any good.  I’m only saying that I’m …

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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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