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: Published Elsewhere: The Federalist ~The Epoch Times ~American Thinker ~
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 Grain is gold against autumn’s withering dust To be gathered up, carted, and stored. And, drawn down for my winter’s crust, Till all remains are crumbs upon the kitchen floor. While new-seed still sleeps within its sack, And the tools on racks, still burnish rusty stain, The blossoms … Continue reading Crumbs Upon the Kitchen Floor
By Paul C. Binotto © 2018 As global industries, particularly Western industries, move ever closer to the near-full automation of labor, Silicon Valley is faced with the dilemma of how to provide for the ongoing financial needs of the hundreds of thousands of people expected to be permanently displaced from the eventual (near) jobless manufacturing … Continue reading UBI: Golden Parachute or Fool’s Gold – An Op-ed.