The omega. Always the last to feed, despite my part in the hunt. Always the butt of snickers, warning growls, scuffles—and the bites and flesh tearings that drive me apart. Always the omega. All because I run to my own heartbeat. Because my howl is my own. Because […]
Originally posted on Haiku Basecamp:
Boiling Point. I sleep like a forgotten milk pan. At first dreams simmer on the stove of night – birds dive through my shuttered canopy; I watch from a rock in a sea of browning moss. Then the past rises up as insistent…
Originally posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin:
These are poems from the archives to follow Gardens, Time, Lessons. tree branchesbowed to the groundseemingly half-brokencovered with new leavesmy notebook of prayers different shapesof the rose bushand lilacs in the yardthey grew towardsthe light beginningin the areawhere we hadto take…
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi):
川音の方へ片寄り生簀鮎 黛 執 kawaoto no hô e katayori ikesu-ayu ??????????? gathering to the side ??????????? of a river sound ??????????? ayu in the fish pen ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Shu Mayuzumi from Haiku Dai-Saijiki (Comprehensive Haiku Saijiki), Kadokawa Shoten, Tokyo, 2006 Fay’s Note:?…
6/22/22: overhead the screechof a hawk flyingoverheadthe sudden departureof the backyard squirrels #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 