Frank J. Tassone

Category: haikai

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 3, July 27, 2014

    We arrive at the Notch Squad tent. Alison, a stocky, twenty-something woman smiles and greets us. A few moments later, she moves all of us—a handful of kids and parents—to Rigabello’s, since camp is on thunder watch. Only the building is locked. Huddled under a yawning as the rain pours, I ask, “Alright, who hasn’t…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/11/19)

    4/11/19: kiss “April fourth…” “One man betrayed with a kiss…” Phrase and fragment excerpted from “Pride” by U2 #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriNo2019 11/30

  • “May Day Scorcher…” a #tanka #2 (4/10/19)

    May day scorcher a lone, panting coyote sprints across the yard why, then, this sudden temptation to join him? for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Temptation (posted by Sumana Roy) NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 10/30 WD April PAD 2019 10/30

  • “first light of day…” a #tanka (4/10/19)

    4/10/19: secrets of the past first light of day secrets of the past shouted from the rooftop how long before I meet my own history? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019 10/30

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/10/19)

    4:10/19: jitterbug half-moon bringing back the jitterbug #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 10/30

  • An Inventory of Unloving Experiences: a #haiku sequence #haibun

    gathering clouds the fourteen-year-old mouth says “you’re a racist!” The supervisor observes on the day of the facutly-student vollyball game. bird silence repeated interruptions in a raised tone No visible Aim or Do-now, for the class that needs to switch rooms. “Ineffective.” late morning shadows the forty-eight-year-old voice says, “we’re done here.” No notebooks out…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/9/19)

    4/9/19: in like Flynn morning fog the total opposite of in like Flynn #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 9/30

  • Unrestricted Aces: a #Quadrille #haibun

    Unclassified, one Ace learns English. Another Ace’s fastball dropped me in the dunk tank during least year’s field day. Yet another Ace may claim my lucky “four.” I, their trump ace. All in the least restrictive environment. last bell the crowded cell phone lines for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems (pubtended by…