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“A Grief Endured”

by Paul C. Binotto for Lisa, © 2021 North Star, compass of the night, that brought me safely, by your light, across the bridge of anger, that spans the rushing danger, of the awful, sorrowful torrents, to alight, upon the shore of acceptance. I can sense, and see, in the morning air and light, Just … Continue reading “A Grief Endured” →

Discovering the Child in Father

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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 →

Notre Dame

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Poem of thoughts and impressions on learning about the fire of Notre Dame de Paris on the day it nearly burned to the ground.

Iron Bars

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True Beauty

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Mom

by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 A breast, a face, a lap, warm skin, caress and embrace me,Safely to the world from which I sprung to life and clung.Gravity was not enough to keep me grounded there for very long.But, the heart, the calm, the sweet smile, and gazing eye - stars,Set in Heaven, to … Continue reading Mom →

Pittsburgh Connection to Murdered Polish Priest

by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 “He was an ordinary guy who did extraordinary things.”, said Judith Kelly, author of, Just Call Me Jerzy Popieluszko in the United States and Canada, in a telephone interview. The January stabbing death of Gdansk, Poland’s 53-year-old mayor and civil rights activist, Pawel Adamowicz, during a charity event has … Continue reading Pittsburgh Connection to Murdered Polish Priest →

Is There Algebra in Heaven?

by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Is there Algebra in Heaven?Or, Biology, Chemistry, History - Poetry?Will nineteen times seven,Divided by three, still equal forty-Four point three? Or,Will something I'm not doing down here count for more?

Matthew, Mark, and Lukewarm

by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Matthew, Mark, and Lukewarm What could be the harm, In walking in the shallows, Closer to the shores of all things hallow? If I bought the farm What would be the harm, In resting in breezy mellow Than head-on into windy bellow? Where’s the harm Walking arm … Continue reading Matthew, Mark, and Lukewarm →