Author: Frank J. Tassone

  • whitebait – – haibun

    Originally posted on Ontheland: This week, for the Haikai Challenge, Frank Tassone presents ‘whitebait’, a traditional Japanese spring ‘kigo’ (haiku season word). As well, Frank reminds us that we are in the Christian season of Lent, a period of reflection and restraint in which eating fish sometimes plays a role. Christian symbols and practices are…

  • Haibun 176

    Originally posted on Michael Rehling: open letter to basho hey. just asking for everyone i guess but what is a haiku. you seemed to know but i was three hundred years late to your party in the north country. i hate the whole time travel ban you know. i want to ask you if so…

  • My Daily #Haiku (3/12/19)

    3/12/19: grog mutiny the ship’s quartermaster runs out of rum #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry

  • Haibun quadrille

    Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: A haibun quadrille for the dverse prompt. And more dandelions. Blue spikes of muscari fade, violets wilt. Dandelions crowd the meadow with their yellow sun-faces. Clover pink and purple vetch will follow then poppy red at the fields’ edge. The wheel revolves, blue returns in the over-arching winter sky.…

  • Mark M. Redfearn

    #Haiku Happenings #2: Mark M. Redfearn’s latest haiku! erased by the wind:   the shriek of a mourning dove   finding her dead mate — Read on markmredfearn.wordpress.com/2019/03/12/5989/

  • another

    Originally posted on Project words: ? another long night knowing what I’d rather not ?

  • A Natural Indifference: a #quadrille #haibun

    Parched ground. searing sun. The cacti’s collective yawn. What is a few more degrees to them? Their fibers hoard their water. Their needles guard their excess against the unwary consumer. Why would they care about climate change? temperature spike the unpredictability of coming storms for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #75: Spike up a Poem (pubtended by…

  • untitled american étude

    Originally posted on the other bunny: Morning. Wrapped in a wool cardigan. Parsley cold. My feet green with someone else’s dream. I curl the grass between my toes. Walk around Battlefield – nothing happening – nothing happens. Nothing to report. A glass of orange. another school shooting I add lentils to the shopping list ?…