What higher praise can I offer you, mother, than a prayer through you to your son? these remains of devotional sculpture how can I witness such things with these dry eyes and still go on living?
I call three poets my mentors: three women, three masters, three exemplars of the art A head bowed in awe Constance Coiner introduced me to Carolyn Forche. The poet was one of the modern American women writers we studied in Professor Coiner’s course of the same name. Forche’s […]
A simple carass, and your coughing begins. The slightest of kisses, and you become corpses frozen in the ice. I, the corruption of your so vulnerable flesh, wither you to your last wheeze. So like the old days, when I meandered across manure-stinking villages and filth-ridden cities, savoring […]
No one witnessed the ressurection event. Apostles witnessed the ressurected Jesus. Witness the irony: Light rising in the dark. coronal Easter still an empty tomb to celebrate Two-millenia and twenty years later, Christians celebrate–and this year, at home. Some may sigh over that, full of unwept tears. But […]
We continue our Corona-time ritual of taking our weekly hike. Only this time, we bring gloves, garbage bags and a claw utensil with us. Frank needs six (6) service hours to advance to the Boy Scouts of America (BSA) rank of Life. He’ll earn three (3) of them […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 