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
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Front Porches,Knee-walled, castle-fortress;Sentry station, marvelous appended creation,For taking stock of self and nation.Slowly and with little pomp, a flag-hand rises above the brow, on boney pole, and, Flaps a wind waving salute.
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
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019: (photo courtesy Lisa Binotto) A perfect place for starters,Is fishing in the shallows close at hand;Along the shores in holy waters;Before putting out into the deep, for man.
by Paul C. Binotto © 2012 My daughter came to me when she was eighteen. I missed her coos, her cries, her wiggles. Her bows, pig tails, her “whys?”, her pouts, and giggles. All that happened in between then and eighteen. Only four months, maybe six, before she’d leave, On her own, still so … Continue reading Maureen