Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • Weathering Storms: my latest .@ImageCurve #TBT #haibun

    A cool breeze rustles the topmost leaves in the backyard. It spreads the white and gray cumulus clouds that enshroud the sky in a mass of growing darkness. It feels so much cooler than yesterday. I sit on the chaise as Mira prepares an early dinner and Frankie does whatever he wants. The crease on…

  • Silent Psalm: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse

    vernal equinox the ultimate sunlight from winter’s last day how long before we embrace the warmth of the new season? My first characters wore the faces of Hanna Barbara and Terrytoons Animation creations. Others bore the likeness of those from Tolkien, Greek mythology, DC and Marvel Comics, and Dungeons and Dragons. Derivative as they were,…

  • NOLA Gemini Moments: a #haibun

    What must Mardi Gras be like? Is it revelers pursuing yet another Krew’s ostentacious float? Is it music pouring out of every open door and window? Or crowds of tourists casting down or tossing up sets of beads? Is it influencers drawing onlookers with the lure of lavish costumes? It it a mysterious alchemy of…

  • A Natural Indifference: a #quadrille #haibun

    Parched ground. searing sun. The cacti’s collective yawn. What is a few more degrees to them? Their fibers hoard their water. Their needles guard their excess against the unwary consumer. Why would they care about climate change? temperature spike the unpredictability of coming storms for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #75: Spike up a Poem (pubtended by…

  • Metanoia

    Mardi Gras arrives again. The revelers gather to embrace the excess that precedes the abstinance. There is a time to feast and a time to fast. But there are no parades for us: no thrown beads, no expositions, no chanting crowds of tourists. Our celebration is a simple fried chicken filete dinner with broccoli rabe…

  • This March Madness: a #writephoto #haibun

    Sunlight from an unclouded sky radiates the snow-covered lawns of the neighborhood. This winter that gently bleated in its youth roars in its dotage. Nevertheless, the gates of seasonal change stand ajar, as the vernal equinox approaches. Soon the blossoms will unfold. The botanical gardens will yield their bloom. The morning air will echo with…

  • Emergent Compassion: a #TankaProse #TBT (on a Wednesday) #haibun

    memorial stone a genesis of ruin in every sip all their raised fists and voices all of my paralysis A night so long ago. Her absolute enabled-tongue lashing you to mindless rage. Her slumped on the stairs, you above her, fists clenched, driving down. I, a boy of twelve, headlocking you off her. You, a…

  • First reading in Twenty Years: A #TBT #Haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve

    Suffern Poetry hosts an Open Mic in the community room, on the top floor of Suffern’s Village Hall. Rows of chairs, separated by one aisle, lead to the “stage”—an open space at the front of the room, facing the audience. A counter separates the main room from a small kitchenette. Florescent lights in a soft…