Frank J. Tassone

Category: haikai

  • “after…” a #tanka (6/16/22)

    6/16/22: band aftersudden rainthe sunfirst notes from“Uncle John’s Band” #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (6:16/22)

    6/16/22: piñata Party’s end…dissolving in the rainpiñata debris #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (6/15/22)

    6/15/22: ranch real scorcherdrowning in ranch dressinga fresh salad #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • In Absentia Ponderings

    A sweltering heat arises. The muffled hum of window-unit air conditioners from other classrooms penetrates the relative silence of the one in which I currently sit. Lights and AC off: I have need of neither, yet. The intricacies of this profound writer’s block continue to challenge me. True, the competing concerns of work and volunteering…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/29/22; 4:28/22)

    4/29/22: tree; 4/28/22: sunflower crabapple blossomsemerging from the shadowsnew sunflowers #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo2022 #glopowrimo2022 #NPM2022

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/27/22)

    4/27/26: sky dry mouth…“Bullet the Blue Sky”plays as we begin #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo2022 #glopowrimo2022 #npm2022

  • “a tumble…” a #tanka/#kyoka (4/26/22)

    4/26/22: tumble a tumble on these poetic slopes National Poetry Month should we not enjoy it? #tanka#Kyoka#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2022#glopowrimo2022#npm2022

  • Bird song sonata

    Before sunrise. Before even the break of day. The first robin begins the overture. Others soon carry the melody. Soon, the sound of their choral arrangement shakes away the last hope of sleeping in. Before sunset. Before even the hint of twilight. The last robin refrains the coda. The harmonies have ended. Only the last…