by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Courtesy Google Maps Boston Harbor, plump old daughter of the Revolution, exhaustedBut content from the rigors of a tightly bobby-pinned, puritanical day,Sits stuffed in her bath. Her fleshy legs and heels propped, straddling the edges of the tub. Buoyant breasts and hips, gently bobbing above the water's surface,She silently contemplates, … Continue reading Redeye Over Boston
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Image may be copyright protected - copyright not held by Fostertales There has always been much tyranny seen in the faces of Confederate Statues found most prevalently in the American South; most especially over the last few years has there been calls for their removal. In some cases, they … Continue reading Looking at Statues From Both Sides
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Edgartown was blowing down All round, St. Lizzies, winds were howling “I do”, “we do”, our love’s crowning Rings were rounding, all around. We. Peggy on her hands and knees crawling, Out of her sea tub, rising, reaching. Rivulets of soapy water falling, Down the smooth contours of … Continue reading Islands and Promontories
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Children’s chortlings in the play-ground Are carried on wind-wings into my open window. Oh, beautiful, innocent, purity of sound. About the garden, symphonic seeds of melody and beat and chords are sown; In wild cacophony thrown. An orchestra’s tuning, Prelude to Boccherini, or Bach, or Mozart; Morning preening of … Continue reading Waylaid in Rome
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