Frank J. Tassone

Category: haikai

  • 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…

  • “horses and bears…” a #tanka (4/25/22)

    4/22/22: horses; 4/25/21: bear horses and bears can I bear the thought of horses and bears the wonder of a mind gone wild with thoughts #tanka#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2022#glopowrimo2022#npm2022

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/22/21; 4/25/22)

    4/21/22: Lake; 4/25/22: winter chill sudden cold spell a flock of geese fly over Pine Meadow Lake #haiku#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2022#glopowrimo2022#npm2022

  • “something…” a #tanka (4/22/22)

    4/22/22: horses something about your smile… “wild horses couldn’t drag me away…” #tanka#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2022#glopowrimo2022#npm2022

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/22/22)

    4/22/22: rain that sudden loss of breath falling rain #haiku#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2022#glopowrimo2022#npm2022

  • “robin cry…” a #tanka (4/21/22)

    4/21/22: pasture robin cry the cow let out to pasture neverending work from sun to sun #tanka#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2022#glopowrimo2022#npm2022

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/21/22)

    4/21/22: lake heat shimmer across Pine Meadow Lake a rippling sky #haiku#micropoetry#poetry#napowrimo2022#glopowrimo2022#npm2022

  • I, Chicken Parmesan

    I rise from a corpse of poultry. Cold steel flays the fat off of me. Yellow yoke bathes me, before immersion in flour and breadcrumbs completes me. I first face the fire in a vat of boiling oil. Every impurity scourged from me, my texture a golden brown, warm marinara sauce pours upon me. The…