Author: Frank J. Tassone

  • Today’s Haiku (November 15, 2018)

    Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 逝くまでにゴッホ詠みたし黍嵐  大牧 広 yuku made ni gohho yomitashi kibiarashi I want to write about van Gogh before I die millet storm                                                 Hiroshi Ohmaki from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, December 2016 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo Fay’s Note:  ‘kibiarashi (millet storm)’, a strong wind in…

  • Haiku by Pat Kopanda

    Originally posted on Prairie Writers Guild – NW Indiana: hawk ghost peers through a snow squall from telephone wires sunshine this cold day from the semi truck’s roof flying crystals Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Frank Hubeny is hosting at dVerse. Come and join other poets. You may link one poem on any theme…

  • senryu

    Originally posted on Whimsygizmo's Blog: .. still just me, still here waiting for the stars to fall, hungry for the moon. .. ? Also from yesterday. Forgot to post. 

  • My Daily #Haiku (11/15/18)

    11/15/18: weight winter wind … suddenly the weight of falling snow #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • #Haiku Happenings #3: Scott Metz presents a haiku by Bill Gottlieb!

  • Moonlight and Water Fowl

    Originally posted on writing in north norfolk: fishing for the moon on the ripples of the lake a gaggle of geese fishing for the moon pine needles float to the shore frosted with silver on the ripples of the lake splintered into stars a new galaxy a gaggle of geese diving for fragments of light…

  • Haiku del giorno – Daily haiku

    Originally posted on Vento del giorno: ? conceptart.org ? Ho sempre amato Virgilio e la storia di Didone. E per me questo è uno dei più bei versi della letteratura latina I always loved Virgil and the story of Queen Dido. For me this is  one of the most beautiful verses in Latin Adgnosco veteris…

  • Ode to a Certain Age: a #haibun

      Should I praise you?   There are those that would say, “Consider the alternative.” It’s hard to gainsay them, but does that mean I owe you such gratitude that I should sing adulations?   You, in whom the aches compound. You, in whom I glance in the mirror, and each time notice more of…