Frank J. Tassone

Category: haikai

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/15/19)

    4/15/19: pathfinder leading them to mark a new trail pathfinder #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 15/30

  • “Palm Sunday…” a #tanka (4/14/19)

    4/14:19: unlikely event Palm Sunday Golden Anniversary of my nephew’s parents that Mira and I live to experience our own #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMi2019 #GloPoWriMo2019

  • New York: a #TankaProse Tribute

    Empire State. Where the Interstates wind between the wind of Lake Erie and the Atlantic. Where the Statue of Liberty raises her torch to the Golden Gate, and the Niagara falls. Empire State. Where the State capitol rests one-hundred fifty-two miles from the flow of world capital pumping through its commercial heart. Where Apple Orchards…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/14/19)

    4/14/19: overshadow Palm Sunday … the overshadowed-by-cloudsmorning procession #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo201914/30

  • #Haikai Challenge #81 (4/13/19): Pink Moon #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    I hope you enjoyed the Cherry Blossoms, haijin! Seems many of you did! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jane Dougherty2. Tessa3. Dwight L. Roth4. ennle madresan5. Jules @ fiction 6. The Dark Netizen7. Deborah8. Pat R9. Shannon Blood10. Janice 11. Helene Vaillant12. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr13. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister…

  • Devil’s Deal Magic: a #writephoto #TankaProse

    Does your life mean so little to you? Would you truly surrender it for fortune and fame? Go down to the crossroads, then. Look back on the road from which you’ve come. Look ahead to the path before you. Glance right and left. Then straight ahead, once more. The verdant field, the copse of trees,…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/13/19)

    4/13/19: midnight “After midnight…” sweat-soaked sheets and PM Tylenol #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 13/30

  • The Art of Vacation Antiquing: a #haibun

    Stained in front. A ridiculous grin bordering on offensive stereotype. Boistrous and irrelevant. But oh, so joyful! I saw the happy Buddha in a new age-esque boutique near the hotel in which we stayed. Earlier that day, we had ascended Mount Washington in New Hampshire via a tour bus. Now, after a sumptuous dinner, we…