Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

  It’s time for the ‘What Pains You Project.’ I listen privately to your pain and write an anonymous poem dedicated to you… ‘protects her fingers’   calloused from the boots she laces tight every day her fingers still find a way to wear the hats and knead the knots from her life. mind and …

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  It’s time for the ‘What Pains You Project.’ I listen privately to your pain and write an anonymous poem dedicated to you…   ‘a matter of perception’   master to none he feels the wind beneath featherless wings; rooted to the ground.   he regrets nothing staring into the faces of his smiling kids— …

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  It’s time again for the ‘What Pains You Project.’ I listen privately to your pain and write an anonymous poem dedicated to you…   ‘but the kids did see’   she played dress up the kids wouldn’t see bedroom door locked (marriage wide open) danced like a princess glass slippers cracked the kingdom was …

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  It’s time for the ‘What Pains You Project.’ I listen privately to your pain and write an anonymous poem dedicated to you…   ‘you get what you pay for’   piece by piece he deconstructed himself starting with the roof the timber, the floor until he chiseled away at the very foundation that kept …

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It’s time for the ‘What Pains You Project.’ I listen privately to your pain and write an anonymous poem dedicated to you…   ‘part of her wishes’   a handful of caterpillars snug in the palm she doesn’t clench her fist until deep in the night she’s alone.   alone—wishing she was with him on …

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It’s time for the ‘What Pains You Project.’ I listen privately to your pain and write an anonymous poem dedicated to you…   ‘never was she appreciated’   ‘cross her pallor she lets drop the veil concealing the immolation and epitaphs her lungs have coughed up. she loves flowers not bouquets she loves dying not …

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I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’ ‘lost at 30,000 feet’ even on your best days you’re still flying coach sometimes with a window seat sometimes not you’ve finally leveled off cruising above the clouds but you don’t have the nerve to unbuckle; you …

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