Tag: AprPad2020
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Hope in a Time of Corona: a Day 7 #NaPoWriMo2020 / GloPoWriMo2020 #TankaProse
Have we reached the bottom? Or will we fall below whatever ground we believe we’ve reached? Bahrain uses bracelet to geo-fence the CoVid-19 infected. The Governor of New York orders schools to remain closed until the end of April. The President of the United States pedals hydrocholoroquine as a Corona Virus treatment–absent any clinical trials…
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Outside Looking in: a Day 6 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #Quadrille solo #renga
So much depends on the placement of a hand arising passion cracked facade as the world breaks in Is bliss possible when corpses fill parks what a witness from a distance can say walls close in As traps always do right before the end
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O Parmigiano Di Pollo: a Day 5 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #TankProse -aic #Ode
To you, dish that is life. To you, a meal thal luxuriates the tongue and leaves one starving. Of course, you doesn’t leave one starving. How could you, a meal that so fills the stomach, do that? Oh potent dish, with your pureed, red tomato sauce; your sizzling fried breadcrumb finish; your tangy, sumptuous poultry…
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Home Street Surrealism: a Day 4 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
Am I asphalt. Am I blacktop and asphalt. Am I slanted and straight. What is slanted and straight. What is asphalt. What is the wind-swept lane that I am. What is the wind. What the wind is. an empty street Who lives on 24. Who works from home on 24. Who looks out a bay…
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Follow a Lone Crow: a Day 3 #NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo2020 solo #Renga
gray sky the back-and-forth swaying of bare branches a street suddenly empty of pedestrians a wrapped package left out on the front stoop trembling hands heart racing just entering the local supermarket A descending crow in flight no sign of its murder so silent within these closing-in walls another Friday A caught breath at every…
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Journey to Pine Meadow Lake: a Day 2 #NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
Fresh air new ripples spreading Start at Kakiat park, where the parking lot surrounds an island of green with a few Maples. The enclosed dog park may or may not bustle with the delighted barks of canines overjoyed with company azure sky passing cumulus fade from sight canonballing beside the “no swimming” sign Cross the…
Frank J. Tassone 