Frank J. Tassone

Tag: AprPad

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • “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

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • The Emptiness of Envy

    envious stare … on the neighbor’s lawn greener grass sudden scarcity compared to another’s abundance still water … the promise of hope in a new day why all of the sighing and sleeves wet with fresh tears? windchime melody and birdsong harmony … a day’s simple peace still the gnawing sorrow at another’s joy? sunlight…

  • After the Fall: a #writephoto #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019

    If I could guide the hand of kings after the fall. But the light reached it’s Apex at the height of Arthur’s reign. And it fell to its nadir at Camlann. If I could guide hearts of queens after the fall. But my counsel remains unspoken as I continue my crystal slumber. So the Virgin…

  • Stealing Fresh Fire: A #TankaProse

    I can hear Nirvana playing in my head again. Even though the converted bathroom my Special Education Department calls an office is filled, I unleash the melody of my earworm. Soon the tell-tale lyrical opening plays in their heads: Come, as you are, as you were as I want you to be As a friend,…