by Paul C. Binotto © 2020 Truth, whether mouthed in jest by a gibbering babe at play, or when in momentary clarity, all incoherence is betrayed; falls softly as a feather, yet sounds loudest.
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Silver spoon, silver mote, One chokes the eye, the other, throat. Which the sheep, which the goat? Which the warning, prophets wrote? Retire for the night, Rise, re-treaded for the day. Walk in the light, Water and clay. The very stones wail out Against the silence cast in gold. … Continue reading Silver Spoon, Silver mote
by Paul C. Binotto ©2019 Right or wrong, cultural relativists get to choose their friends and their relatives.
Getting that first piece published is a milestone all writers must endure when starting out. The wait can be excruciating. Continue reading to see if you agree with what it means to me to get published; can you relate?
I cannot say where it went, Borrowed more, the less I lent. Oh, how the day was thus far spent.
Your heart's beating faster, your chest's all a swell. Is this all that you're after? Fare-thee-well.
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