Author: Frank J. Tassone
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Haibun
Originally posted on Bending moments: Stories Under Every Rock — The British Haiku Society – 30th Anniversary Members’ Haibun Anthology
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Crisis management
Originally posted on the other bunny: I’m out of toilet paper for three days. Outside of my window, there is an eerie silence. Only the boy with this self-made tin foil hat bravely goes his way. I open my last packet of paper tissues. Thank goodness! There is ?still soap and water … Covid Winter…
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Get Nostalgic: a #Tankaprose (4/10/21): Day 10 of #NationalPoetryMonth
How old was I when I first heard U2’s “Sunday, Bloody Sunday?” Thirteen? Fourteen? It doesn’t matter. I was hooked! percussion intro followed by that iconic arpeggio “I can’t close my eyes and make it go way!” A crushing riff, and pounding drum: Bono’s sung lyrics “broken bottles and the children’s screams / bodies strewn…
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reading haiku
Originally posted on Poems For Bulletin Boards: reading haikuthe generous new growthof evergreens Poem by Ellen Grace Olinger Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s BlogDaily Haiku: June 21, 2019 Photo by Pok Rie on Pexels.com
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SunCatcher – Bright Squares #Haiku
Originally posted on Home Study from the Grateful Heart: SunCatcher streaminggolden lightcaptured These are Eastern Tent Caterpillars. Their tent was acting as a suncatcher this morning. I’m sharing these photos with BrightSquares Thanks for stopping by! Have a wonderful day.With a grateful heart,Heather © Heather ~ Home Study From The Grateful Heart All Rights Reserved
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Daily Haiku: April 10, 2021
Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: wildfires– in the falling ash my neighbors’ homes by Ce Rosenow (USA) Frogpond, Vol. 44.1, Winter 2021
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My Daily #Haiku (4/10/21) #NationalPoetryMonth
4/10/21: bazaar hagglingat the bazaarsongbirds #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NationalPoetryMonth #nationalpoetrymonth2021 #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo #napowrimo2021 #glopowrimo2021
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No Can Do Haibun Day
Originally posted on SCRAMBLED, NOT FRIED: 4:20 AM—sweatpants, keyboard, black coffee—no motivation Every day, day in and day out, same old same old: nothing. Every room’s a waiting room. Every room holds its breath, waiting. Wait; what? No. Every room is just a room, waiting, breathless. He does his best to hold on. He holds…
