Frank J. Tassone

Author: Frank J. Tassone

  • Direct Pressure

    Originally posted on SCRAMBLED, NOT FRIED: It’s Haibun Monday again, and American Haikai Master Frank J Tassone asks us to join him at the dVerse Poets Pub and create/share a Haibun (prose/haiku combo) incorporating some reference to ‘Pressure’… ———[||]——— Direct Pressure He tries to remember his training, even though it’s probably already too late. He…

  • Haibun: under pressure

    Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: For the dverse prompt. I have felt the weight of water, of clouds full of rain, of night sky, starless, black with cloud, of aches in the heart and the head and the bones, of all that we’ve lost, never had, still to do, the weight of the problems…

  • My Daily #Haiku (3/28/23)

    3/28/23: weeds slithering through the crabgrass garter snake #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • Haiku del giorno – Daily haiku

    Originally posted on Vento del giorno: cipressicontinuo a scriveredi nuvole in viaggio cypressesI keep on writingof traveling clouds © A.M. Foto A.M.

  • Originally posted on elancharan gunasekaran: winter in its talons the eagle flies into the dawning sun

  • Today’s Haiku (March 28, 2023)

    Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 蛇出でてすぐに女人に会ひにけり　　橋本多佳子 hebi idete suguni nyonin ni ainikeri ??????????? a snake out of a hole ??????????? immediately it meets ??????????? a woman ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Takako Hashimoto? from Haiku Dai-Saijiki (Comprehensive Haiku Saijiki), Kadokawa Shoten, Tokyo, 2006 Fay’s Note:?? Takako Hashimoto (1899-1963) “hebi ana o deru” (a snake…

  • Unrelenting

    An assignment. Then two, then many: The “to do” list grows, a field of weeds in bloom. The hours available to meet such responsibilities dwindle before their demand. I plunge foward through the maelstrom, only to be born away. The refrain of a familiar Billy Joel song ever playing in my head… crysalis the striving…

  • “South Fallsburg…” a #tanka (3/27/23)

    3/27/23: we can’t go back South Fallsburg the remains of the Pines Hotel another reminder of how we can’t go back #tanka#micropoetry#poetry