Teen Wolf, the series pilot. A lone lycanthrope flees a party of human hunters. Their grim-faced leader stares ahead, his cold blue eyes revealing not a wisp of weakness.
& why not? He comes from a long line of Argents—that bane of werewolves everywhere.
that merciless
skybound silver disk
Sturgeon moon
Camden Locke Market, London, 1992. The sheen of a silver Celtic cross. I still remember how it glinted in the sun.
knotted weaves—
so many years passed
in an instant
Aquário Restaurant, Silver Lake, Sunday, August 3rd. Two weeks after our anniversary proper, when we dined together on our first night in St. Lucia, we gather with our family to celebrate our Silver Wedding Anniversary.
After I give the toast, the family demands the inevitable…
“Speech! Speech!”…
Frank calls our marriage
“inspirational”
I’m hosting Haibun Monday over at dVerse, where we write about silver.
The Pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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