Category: haikai
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I, Chicken Parmesan (Encore, 8/20/24)
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…
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#Haiku (8/20/24)
8/20/24: dappled “…dappled things…” an Autumnal breeze this August day #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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#Haiku (8/19/24)
8/19/24: rustic migrating geese missing Romano’s Penne Rustica #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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For the Earth: on hiking
One step after another. Along jutting roots and sliding pebbles. Up switchbacks anc across cutouts of plateus. Down one ravine wall to rise up another. All to reach a summit, and to savor its view. A hike: more than just a leisure activity or outdoor activity. It is a way to participate in nature, to…
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#Haiku (8/17/24)
8/16/24: thrift shop scurrying sparrow even thrift shops won’t buy these old paintings #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Gemini Solarity
Sometimes, there is a softness to sunlight. A pale glow on verdant cherry leaves. A warmth instead of a sear. A swath of cotton instead of a scouring pad. Sometimes, there is a harshness to sunlight. A blinding radiance on worn white siding. A scortch instead of warmth. A drowning in hot coals instead of…
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#Haiku (8/15/24)
8/15/24: rainbow sun shower showing through it a rainbow #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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A Meditation
Morning light. Sitting on a zafu atop a zabuton. Breathing in. Feeling the itchy sensations of my own skin, rheumatoid aches, and chi. Breathing out. Again, and again, as thoughts arise and fall like heartbeats. Until…just this. & then the 20-minute alarm goes off. mid-August the first oak leaf falls
Frank J. Tassone 