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
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 […]
I had a lead on today’s assignment grading, until Frank brought me his replacement phone. “It’s not activating,” he said. The cascade soon followed. Verizon’s website offered no workable options. Customer service proved an overlong wait–interrupted when my doctor’s office finally returned my call. A virtual trouble-shooter ran […]
“It’s a kind of magic…” Queen Would I were Gandalf, facing the Balrog, crying, “You shall not pass!” Or Merlin, confronting Morgan Le Fey, before Arthur’s doom. Or any mystic, empowered against #Corona. But I am only a poet. My words must be magic enough. raindrops another deep […]
How did we go wrong? She and I had a perfect love. Oh, how we played God with the first Homo Sapiens. Ah, their luscious suffering and inevitable end! She laughed at their wheezing, fevers, and cold sweats. I sighed as I drew away their last breath. Millenia […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 