You play a dangerous game, coming to my playground, while a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. You are not the most or least dangerous enemy I’ve faced. You are simply the latest. Think again. Do you not see the luscious violence that […]
I am Chuang Chou dreaming he is a butterfly. I am the butterfly dreaming he is Chuang Chou. I am the dream of Chuang Chou and butterfly being each other. I am the complement between them. I am the Way you can’t go, the Name you can’t say. […]
My son squats atop the rocky outcrop in Kakiat park. He gazes toward the distant New York City skyline. Even after ten years, he maintains a comfortable “frog” posture that his second-grade teacher warned us about. He says nothing. I hold my tongue in deference. I remember those […]
Blues riff on a cocktail napkin a single tear They want my blue eyes. If they only knew … clear sky rustling leaves summer wind The talk of a coming “Blue Tsunami…” As if. all the calm of the ocean politics Traveling these blue ways … for dVerse […]
The orange trail ascends Halfway Mountain. Yellow and brown elm leaves blanket the flanks of the path. As I say something to Mira, I jump with a start. Inches away, a black rat snake lies still. A sight surpassed only by the timber rattler we encounter off the […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 