Author: Frank J. Tassone

  • August begins

    Originally posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin: August beginsand I rememberpoems rarely at your grave —geranium blooms freelyon your workshop stool autumn leavesthe caregiver finds timeto?rest Photo by Arun on Pexels.com “rarely at your grave” has been published over the years: Modern Haiku, Fall 1996 Ellen Olinger – Three Questions?Series, 2010Edited by Curtis Dunlap Charlotte…

  • My Daily #Haiku (8/1/21)

    8/1/21: wildlife migration Autumn coola glance at the sky fordeparting geese #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • Originally posted on elancharan gunasekaran: do the bidding of old gods summer crows

  • Today’s Haiku (August 1, 2021)

    Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): なほ北に行く汽車とまり夏の月  中村汀女 nao kita ni yuku kisha tomari natsu no tsuki ??????????? the train stops ??????????? before going further North ??????????? summer moon ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Teijo Nakamura from Haiku Dai-Saijiki (Comprehensive Haiku Saijiki), Kadokawa Shoten, Tokyo, 2006 Fay’s Note:? Teijo Nakamura (1900-1988)

  • Sue Dawes, Buried in Meaning – contemporary haibun online

    #Haiku Happenings #1 (8/1/21): Sue Dawes latest #haibun (featuring a previousl published haiku by Tim Gardiner) appears in Contemporary Haibun Online! Buried in Meaning I take her hand: paper-thin skin, mushrooming with liver-spots.  The last few years have brought drought to her words, her movements wooden, constricted by hoists and straps.  My name is as hard to…

  • Sunday Morning #Haiga (8/1/21)

  • Heart Smile Flow: a #TankaProse

    The flow of conversation with a friend seen for the third time in three weekends. How easily we weave between topics, while our wives and sons engage in their own. The flow of our steps as we stride our neighborhood streets. How we talk like the best friends we are ten days after our 21st…

  • Glint. (haiku)

    Originally posted on Rusted Honey : Photo by Egor Kamelev on Pexels.com When the moon risesriver quartz glitters the shore;stars beneath the sky. © Nancy Botta, 2021