by Paul C. Binotto © 2018 While new-seed still sleeps within its sack, And the tools on racks, still burnish rusty stain,the blossoms and the birds have just come backto roost upon tree limbs, again. Proud Robins display, from out unbuttoned coats, their rosy vests. Loud and busy, they are about the knitting of new … Continue reading Blossoms and Robins
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No Introductions Needed
by Paul C. Binotto © 2014 Clay is a great adventurer, he loves adventure, especially dangerous adventure, he is very dangerously adventurous, but he hates the outdoors for fear of becoming lost. So, he instead reads of the great dangerous outdoor adventures of other dangerously adventurous people. Clay is dangerously adventurous in his reading; he … Continue reading No Introductions Needed
Spring Comes
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Old-faithful, evergreen eruptions, pierce the sky. Like Paschal candles, Sun-flame flickering off their tops remind us, not all beneath the snow-white funeral cloth is dead; but lives still, reposed in quiet hibernations. To awake refreshed, ready to re-clothe the spirit when spring comes.
Come una ninnananna la pentola di mia mamma cantò sempre per me
By Paul C. Binotto © 2018 Come una ninna nanna la pentola di mia mamma cantò sempre per me. Oh, come l'ha riempito col cuore, traboccante. Il suo amore è stato dato così liberamente lì, come quando mi ha allattato al seno, Il bambino di mamma sarà sempre, e mamma, l'unica ragazza per me. … Continue reading Come una ninnananna la pentola di mia mamma cantò sempre per me
Precipices and Plains Sight
Water at The Wave: https://www.thewave.info/ (Image may be subject to other copyright) By Paul C. Binotto © 2019 It’s at the abrupt changes in elevation; land, sea, or skywhere Mother Nature uses all creation to humble the mind's eye with confusion – what is up, what is down – her greatest illusion, whether precipice or plain … Continue reading Precipices and Plains Sight
Truth by Light of Day Will Rise
By Paul C. Binotto © 2018 Many a man, in a sea of truth by light of day will rise,to the top on the back of his inflated lies,but miss in night, the sea and sky, for all their proof. That sea is up and down is sky. And, far is near, and near … Continue reading Truth by Light of Day Will Rise
Be Gentle in Your Touch
By Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Oh, Sunshine...Veritably pure and golden comes the day,entering this bridal chamber by the eastern window bay.Far reaching, ever reaching, closer still, your ray.Silently approaching my sleeping bride, in deepest slumber, still she lay.Be gentle in your touch, your warm caress...as I was gentle.
A Single Day of Joy
by Paul C. Binotto © 2018 A single day of joy takes up more room In the heart than a thousand days of sorrow. There won’t always be, for one thousand, room Or even one more, tomorrow. Take today’s joy to bed like a lover Hold her close beneath the covers, tight, Like no … Continue reading A Single Day of Joy
Prologue to Emancipation
By Paul C. Binotto President Abraham Lincoln, emboldened by the recent victory at Antietam, has unleashed what he hopes will be the decisive offensive against the Confederacy; and it won't take place on the battlefield. Seated at his desk at the White House, surrounded only by his closest Secretaries, the President's swift pen striking across … Continue reading Prologue to Emancipation
The Pittsburghers I Recall
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 The Pittsburghers I recall had heads and wills as strong as steel, and hearts as soft as putty.And every man, his word was real,his shake, his seal,and every man his buddy.The Pittsburghers I recall, headed to millsdown steps and up hills, in snow and mud he’darrive soaked in rain, … Continue reading The Pittsburghers I Recall
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