Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

I’m about to pass both the Versatile Blogger and Liebster Awards to two very deserving bloggers.  But first things first.  I mentioned in my last post that I would only nominate one blogger for each and that remains true (technically I’m supposed to pick 15 for the Versatile Blogger and 5 for the Liebster).  Please understand that …

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I’m usually saying something in my posts.  For a change, I’m saying nothing.  But even that is filled with a whole lot of everything. FACT: My November promotion of Dusk and Summer for National Pancreatic Cancer Research Month didn’t go exactly as I had planned.  Why so, you ask?  Well, I didn’t sell a million copies.  To be …

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Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. Heed me now.  ‘Tis not a chronicle I do recount, nor a fable spun beyond your wildest imagination.  Aye, I impart onto you a warning, and if wise, measure my every word you will.  Beware the beast that drinks not of blood but feasts upon the essence of your very being. ‘Tis the psychic …

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The chill of autumn has officially arrived, but the warmth of my summer love still lingers. Everyone has had a love; some just don’t go away.  And so it is with mine – she’s been with me all my life, patiently awaiting the day I would once again bathe her with affection, turning what were once faded, cherished snapshots of reminiscence …

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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 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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