by Paul C. Binotto © 2020 While under his self-imposed quarantine in the hermit-ically sealed base-mental ward of his home, mediocre monk and media darling, Joe Biden, did not let this time off the campaign trail go to waste. Not so surprising, the media’s presumptive president-elect, former vice-president, and seven-term U.S. senator, instead ambitiously spent … Continue reading Biden Books – A Satire
by Paul C. Binotto © 2020 Children, though they be not our own.Are so much more than flesh and bone.But seeds, and soil, to be sown. Though you may never see them fully grown,Plant them, tend them, weed them, honeTheir tools to take along. To arm themselves, in prayer and psalm.In agitation, to find their … Continue reading Foster Parent
by Paul C. Binotto © 2020 Dear Conscience, under-cover cop, To steer my course, or stop It in its tracks. Double-me back, On proper path when self Is, or is, about to attack. Form me well, share your wealth. Catch me falling, in your stealth. Fill me full of what I lack. And, bind me … Continue reading Under-cover Cop
by Paul C. Binotto © 2020 Lovingly dedicated to my foster son, Kadan. Every day is an adventure with a four-year-old – I love his amazing imagination! It’s contagious; and it thaws and rekindles my own imagination and refills me with the wonderment of a fresh new world; one for me that has long ago … Continue reading Discovering the Child in Father
One and a half days to prepare. User-manual not included. cha·os /ˈkāˌäs/nounnoun: chaos; plural noun: chaosescomplete disorder and confusion."snow caused chaos in the region "synonyms:disorder, disarray, disorganization, confusion, mayhem, bedlam, pandemonium, madness, havoc, turmoil, tumult, commotion, disruption, upheaval, furor, frenzy, uproar, hue and cry, babel, hurly-burly; Morea maelstrom, a muddle, a mess, a shambles, a … Continue reading Foster Tale
Poem of thoughts and impressions on learning about the fire of Notre Dame de Paris on the day it nearly burned to the ground.
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?