The wind fills the sails. The sleek, fiberglass hull slices through Levitt Bay water. A soft woosh of a wake, as I speed along in a sunfish. The tiller in one hand, the line to the sail in another, as I adjust course. The utter joy of my […]
Why a garden? A strange place for a fall from grace, no? An equally unusual locale for a rise to renewed grace, too, right? Then again, is a garden not where petals fall and seeds sprout again? perennials a hummingbird flies to each one for dVerse Poets’ How […]
12, 000 years carving through limestone Genesee river low-pitched roar a saturating mist soft on our skin stair upon stair spreading from the bottom a rainbow a long hike how mesmorizing, this falling water even in this stifling heat Portage Falls I’m hosting dVerse Poets’ MTB, where we […]
The Haiku Society of America’s NYC Metro chapter hosted the Society’s National Meeting. Held in a modest community room of a local West Village Arts center, perhaps 22 people gathered in the space. Forty chairs had been set in a twin series of rows flanking an aisle. Track […]
Hungry mothers marched toward the Russian captial in Petrograd. They demanded bread, provisions for their sons fighting on the Eastern Front in WWI. Cossocks and local police attempted to turn them back. Some officer ordered young, inexperienced, and under equipped soldiers to fire into the crowd. But when […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 