Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • Conflicting Silence: A #TankaTuesday (7/31/18) #TankaProse

      The sun tries to break through. The clouds that gathered will not scatter. A temperature more consistent with spring than summer holds steady. It was perfect weather to repair the paver stones on the front stoop, or write outside all morning. I did neither, becoming lost in folly on the internet.   And so…

  • “A Nice Game of Chess”: A #dversepoets #quadrille #haibun

      White moves King’s pawn to E4. Black answers with Queen’s knight to F6. I process combinations.  My opponent runs sub-routines.   A flurry of moves. Pawns fall, Bishops pin, Queens clash.   Until the puzzle is complete.   pale sun afternoon — victory   for dVerse Poets Quadrille #61 (pubtended by Mish)      …

  • Vernal Inauguration: A #ThrowdownThursday #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve

        The train rattles to the top of the hill. Two American flags stand like sentries at the apex. The stage, the other side of the park, the Long Island shoreline across the Sound all lie in sight for one fleeting moment. Then the train rushes down the first turn, accelerating. Next, it descends…

  • Solstice Sequence: A #haiku couplet

        solstice evening … the neighbor’s drumming continues   evening birdsongs … the daylit sky still in view     for dVerse Poets MTB — Couplets for the Solstice (pubtended by Frank Hubeny). Frank asks us to write a couplet for the solstice. I wrote a sequence of two one-line haiku, whose last words…

  • Of Medicinal Malice and Momentary Humanity: A #TankaTuesday (on a Wednesday) #TankaProse

    Children wait at the Paso Del Norte Port of Entry, in the US-Mexico border in Chihuahua State, Mexico on June 20, 2018. Herika Martinez/AFP/Getty Images   Somewhere in south Texas, a child cries. Uniformed men pulled him from his screaming mother’s arms, and brought him far away. He sits by a cot, surrounded by other…

  • Everturning: A #haibun #Quadrille

      The water cycle. The life cycle.   The cycles of my mistakes.   The wheel turns and turns, a child’s merry-go-round spinning too fast.   The rock cycle. The universal cycle.   What goes around, comes around.   Solstice another turn of the seasons why can’t time stand still?     For dVerse Poets’ Quadrille…

  • First Taste of Summer: My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

      The Torne Valley Vineyard occupies a former estate that overlooks the Ramapo River. It offers lunch and outdoor seating. We’ve tried to dine there since Father’s Day. Now, we sit at a table for six, just off the tented patio. The band Hip Replacements—whose members’ average age exemplifies the tongue-in-cheek name—play “California Dreaming.” Several…

  • The Use of Freedom

      A Bald Eagle circles high above the fjord. Sunlight shines intermitently between gathering clouds. Far below, an osprey snatches an unwary fish from the rushing waters of the fjord. It brings its quarry to the shore. The eagle dives toward it in breath-catching speed. A short struggle ends with the osprey in flight–without the…