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 […]
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 […]
sunlight … passing clouds and sudden flurries this Good Friday only streaming Stations quarantine living our novam viam crucis folly those people slighting this #Corona this “Mask of the Red Death“
windswept leaves suddenly no one walks the street Step further through the encroaching fog if you want to reach the light blue sky the swaying branches still bud
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 