Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • Nihilistic Games: a solo #renga #quadrille

    laying asphalt a long and winding road toward eruption With all the lack of care consumerists can muster skyward plumes subterranean ash falls along our path But what do we care when there’s so much more to make our own last lava flow extinction for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday #88 (pubtended by Linda Lee Lyberg).…

  • Sequoian Soliloquy: a #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun

    What life do you imagine you have lived? I pierced the soil and first touched the sun when your ancestors laid the foundations of their castles in your “old country.” I basked in the sun for hundreds of your years before the conquistadors first saw me. Fire, drought, pestilence I endured; I even bear the…

  • Desperate Times: a #quadrille #haibun

    The commute begins. Cruising 65-70 miles-per-hour, I pass two exits. Then tail-lights appear. Stop-and-go traffic crawls. Pressure mounts. Cruising speed across the bridge. Then a parkway, with more bumper-to-bumper traffic. Pressure reaches critical. parking space making it to the bathroom in the nick of time for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #87 (pubtended by De Jackson). The…

  • Contrasting Positions: My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    My steps up the blacktop walkway from the lower parking lot sound louder and louder. The off-white, windowed, one-story hallway ahead grows. My heart beats faster with each step. A knot in my throat, like an invisible hand choking me, tightens. By the time I reach the door, I have breathed so many short breaths…

  • This Deep Breath

    Another summer, gone in the blink of an eye. Another September, whose arrival signals the beginning of the next school year. The red rocks of Sedona have become the fleeting images of memory and the still photos in the cloud. The hoodoos of Bryce, the overarching granite of Zion and Yosemite, the ever-present San Franscisco…

  • A Post-Controversy Transcendence: a solo #senryu #renga

    “the right to bear arms…” the fresh blood drying in the streets Congressional conjectures amidst empty coffers of wolves and sheep dogs … the choked-off trachea of a dead sheep “The sheep should have listened…” “Return the dog to the field…” inverted yield curves everyone to blame except where “the buck stops…” “Everything is fine…

  • Enshadowed Illumination: A #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun

    You weren’t supposed to know. Our adoptive parents received a business letter with a mistake, one that costs lawyers their livelihoods: my name “Jamie.” We shared one life from that moment: you, ever in the clear light of day; I, always in the shadows. Your life was my could-have-been. You, with your second-birth-certificate name, usurped…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 14, August 7, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    Gray cloudsclinging under the deck raila string of raindropswhat better morningfor intimacy? Awake at two in the morning. Restless in bed until after five. Awake again, this time by Frank, at nine. Soon, listening to crow caws, sparrow and blue jay songs, the rustle of leaves in the wind, clanking pots, and Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”…