Months ago, I was tagged to write one of those things you didn't know about me posts. I delayed, procrastinated and then finally decided to turn it into a blog. And then I delayed, procrastinated and repeated until today. Sorry, Lisa A. that it took me so long to do this. And thank you for …
There were thirty days in April and I wrote and published something on this blog for twenty-six of them. It is amazing what a writer or any human being can do when they challenge themselves and make a commitment. But then again, that is the story that we tell ourselves. We tell ourselves what we …
blinded by smoke scored by the heat nothing but the most bitter fruit left to eat nothing left but to fight to fight to die and maybe then be heard or be seen on CNN and misunderstood still better than do nothin' being the big man's punk and doing my time in the oligarch's machine …
It seems like today is going to be a two page day since yesterday's page was published today by accident, sorry. A page a day and no excuses. Next month, I plan to continue this exercise until it becomes a habit and that habit become the next book. One thing I also need to do …
His eyes averted themselves from me as I strode on the porch. The young man accompanying him did the same. I hadn’t bothered to turn down the music before I came out from the darken house. There was a bounce in my step as I reached for Luther’s collar. The lab-pit mix took note of …
When Momma goes down We all go down When Momma's not happy no one is happy Because Mommas are the glue that holds us all together And when they go down we all go down Til one of us rises and the Momma we become. If you’d like more information on Lucinda's work subscribe to …
I don't know how many mistakes I have made in publishing my first book, but walking back from the Audubon Park Farmer's Market I realize just how happy I am and that things are good. Not always great, but pretty good. I was able to deliver another one of my books to one of my …
it is sad when the poet runs out of words runs out lyrics to sing and the chambers of thoughts once over flowing are empty then the poet isn't a poet any more and slowly begins to die
Dusk and Summer by Joseph A. Pinto Available on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle formats. The first time I read this book, it held me captive, curled beneath my comforter until it was done with me. Recently, it was released under a new publisher and with a new cover. Dusk and Summer kept me prisoner for …
Love, they say should never hurt. Never make you cry or cut your soul, Maybe those that say it have never been in love, Cause love hurts and burns us so everyday Love cuts you so deep and fills you with so many desires You don’t know which way is up And which way to …
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