Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

    Who wouldn’t want a signed book for the holidays?   Gift a signed copy of ‘Dusk and Summer‘ from my #etsy shop! Proceeds will be donated to Lustgarten Foundation Pancreatic Cancer Research! https://etsy.me/2KU3VLT   #booksandzines #book #books #signedbook #author #signedcopy #josephpinto

November is pancreatic cancer awareness month. All proceeds this month of paperback and ebook versions of my book Dusk and Summer will be donated to the Lustgarten Foundation for Pancreatic Cancer Research. If interested, you can purchase a copy here   *   Does Heaven await beneath the waves? One man needs to know. When …

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I‘m making this holiday season PURPLE! From now until January 1, 2015, ALL proceeds from my book DUSK AND SUMMER will be donated to The Lustgarten Foundation for Pancreatic Cancer Research! Purchase a paperback copy of DUSK AND SUMMER and YOU will be eligible to win a $30 gift card from Amazon. Purchase an eBook …

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I had no outlet for my grief after my father passed. All I knew was that I needed to honor his fight, his bravery, in some endearing fashion. I could not bear the thought that after everything he had gone through battling pancreatic cancer, then suddenly that was it. To believe his life ended that …

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It was a gut-wrenching decision for me to make. My good friend Chris listened patiently on the phone; I had called him when my father was released from the hospital and into hospice. For some time I’d been agonizing over writing a eulogy for my father. The thought of it haunted me every day. I …

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My dad loved the ocean. I think it was one of the few things, if not the only thing, that brought him true peace. He used to be an avid scuba diver and explored many of the shipwrecks littering the bottom of the sea around New Jersey and New York. He gave up his flippers, …

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At first, the chemo worked. At least it seemed to work. We didn’t know what to expect. My dad was holding up pretty well. His spirits were high, and his attitude belied the fact he was a sick man. “When you see me panic, then you know it’s time for you to panic,” he once …

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