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dead bird: poems of death in varying stages
what remains when the unconditional dies in hand?
when the soft song no longer is sung?
when the space between bars serves as freedom
and ceiling mistaken for sky?
something flutters within the chest, something longing
to take flight. why the wings then so often clipped in
the name of love?
dead bird.
poems of death
in varying stages.
when the soft song no longer is sung?
when the space between bars serves as freedom
and ceiling mistaken for sky?
something flutters within the chest, something longing
to take flight. why the wings then so often clipped in
the name of love?
dead bird.
poems of death
in varying stages.
93 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 28, 2024
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February 20, 2025
Dead Bird is the latest poetry collection from Joseph Pinto, The Barfly Poet. Settle in, friends. I read this collection in one setting because I couldn’t put it down. I actually tried to put it down to jot a few notes, but I MISSED it, and came back to it less than three minutes later.
As I read these poems I found myself reciting them in my head, as if performing. There was an unexpected rhythm to them and they just flowed. The relatability to these poems is uncanny, they almost felt like my own in the emotions that bled through. I could almost see and hear the author reciting them himself. I could see them being written.
Joe’s metaphors are dark and comforting. I felt welcomed and cozy in his grief, like I might stay awhile, even though I couldn’t, as the pages ran out long before I was ready for them to. Very on theme and eloquent, as always I found myself in awe of Joe’s lines and the imagery they create. A powerful master at weaving words to paint a beautifully grim picture, Dead Bird feels all too real. Like I know this feeling. It doesn’t have a name, but I know it exactly. And despite its namelessness, Joe’s words depict it spot on.
Go buy this book. Go buy it now. You’re doing yourself a disservice by not having it in your collection. If it’s already in your collection, then you know exactly what I mean.
As I read these poems I found myself reciting them in my head, as if performing. There was an unexpected rhythm to them and they just flowed. The relatability to these poems is uncanny, they almost felt like my own in the emotions that bled through. I could almost see and hear the author reciting them himself. I could see them being written.
Joe’s metaphors are dark and comforting. I felt welcomed and cozy in his grief, like I might stay awhile, even though I couldn’t, as the pages ran out long before I was ready for them to. Very on theme and eloquent, as always I found myself in awe of Joe’s lines and the imagery they create. A powerful master at weaving words to paint a beautifully grim picture, Dead Bird feels all too real. Like I know this feeling. It doesn’t have a name, but I know it exactly. And despite its namelessness, Joe’s words depict it spot on.
Go buy this book. Go buy it now. You’re doing yourself a disservice by not having it in your collection. If it’s already in your collection, then you know exactly what I mean.
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