Tag: dVerse
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Spring Emergent?
Who can believe it? The third day in February, and I wear a spring jacket to work over a hoodie. And on the way home, I leave the jacket in the trunk . A dusting of snow fell yesterday morning. It was gone before noon. I heard a bird sing for the first time since…
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Undomesticated: a #TankaProse #Quadrille
Did you imagine, for even a moment, that I was anything else but wild? None domesticate me. I’m untamable. But don’t be afraid! I am for you. Always. fiery tongues an unceasing wind buffeting a house “illuminated by the grace of the Holy Spirit…” (The last line is from Gabriel Garcia Marquez, from his novel…
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An Unanticipated Argument: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
After a long meeting that followed a longer day, Susan P. and I approach Mr. J. He says that our program is “out of compliance.” He won’t say how he knows, just that I should know. I check my anger multiple times as he double-talks—and insults—me. After the meeting, I carry that checked anger home.…
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Sentinel Dome Ascent: an #AmericanSentence #haibun
I pause to catch my breath. Panting follow panting, as my hands clench my knees, but I can’t get enough. Mira looks on in concern. The ascent above glacial point taxed us both, while our Cross-Country-running trained son ascended with envious ease. She prepares to speak when I stand up straight. I nod. “Are you…
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A Marytr’s Opportunity: a #TankaProse
“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens https://www.stylist.co.uk/books/the-best-100-closing-lines-from-books/123681 A cobblestone square, bordered by the weather-worn granite walls of buildings with peeling facades. A scaffold made…
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Amor In Terris: A #TankaProse
What happens when we leave our love on ice? Does it crystalize, as life-giving moisture yields to physics? Does it persevere within its paralysis? Does it wither-in-place, yet one more frozen relic of a forsaken experience? What happens when we bring the fire of our desire upon our frozen love? Can we expect a life-restoring…
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Waiting for the Solstice: a #Quadrille #Haibun
Five days before winter solstice. Another winter storm bears down. Snow and ice promise a messy commute. But soon, the last glow of the shortest day will shine. Then the dark of the longest night will follow. seasonal lights the gloom of gathered clouds for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday: There’s a Shine to the Season! (pubtended…
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’14 Summer Swansong (part 5)
August 31st Louis’ steaks cook perfectly. I see the pink interior of the half of one that I fork onto my plate. The juices fill my mouth as I close lips around that first tender bite. Feijoada, rice and beans, fresh salad, chicken legs and pork ribs round out the meal. Louis pours me a…
Frank J. Tassone 