The shadows of bare Locus and Maples stripe the immaculate snow covering the backyard. The line of distant cirrus clouds foreshadow another snowfall sometime in the future. For now, the houses across the street reflect the light of the descending sun. A week ago, Mira and I arrived […]
An ordinary work day: only an hour commute, a Spoken Word poetry lesson, a guest appearance by the Creative Arts Team, another More Writing Monday (on a Tuesday) lesson. The meetings after work meant a Four O’Clock departure. It was already twilight by the time I arrived home. […]
Frank walked off with his friend from home. We called him at least once a week. Sometimes, we’d turn on FaceTime. We laughed at the shenanigans of other parents, and of some of his friends still at home. He made new friends, kept up his studies (We hope!), […]
The Eastern Horizon brightens after six in the morning. The Western horizon dims by five in the afternoon. The days contract ever more, as November deepens. Darkness grows. Nonetheless, another year passes. Another Veterans Day, in which we honor those that served. Another St. Martin of Tours, in […]
Voices. The small, polite chatter of acquaitances catching up. Banal remarks like, “He was so close to retirement,” and “What will his son do now?” I try to open my eyes. Nothing happens. I urge my lips to shape the words I want to say. Again, nothing. I […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 