Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • & On Top of It All

    Originally posted on Jilly's: Neon ampersand in turquoise just next door to that groovy little 60’s vintage wine shop where they push back the racks and set a casual stage for live jazz and popcorn, all with a poster of Hemmingway on the back wall.  Snatching a defining shot to share with the blog world. …

  • Haibun – My Grandmother’s Refrigerator

    Originally posted on Life in Portofino: I kid you not, it said “International Harvester” on the door!  On the white door with chrome accents, a car from the Fifties set on end.  The handle required a forceful pull to unlatch – no magnets or vacuum suck.  Inside a white and chrome freezer door.  Chrome was big…

  • #Tanka Tuesday #2…Chillin’ out

    Ode to our refrigerator  Look what you hold inside, you stainless steel superconductor of cold. There’s the homemade lentil soup Mira made last night. And not far along Your offering shelf, anothe r of her dishes in a container, ready to go to work. The Brita pitcher, orange juice, the creamer we always return to…

  • Our Witness #haibun #haiku #Quadrille #dVerse

    We saw   firefighters raise the flag at Ground Zero. Twin Tower girders forged into a cross.   a woman use her SUV as an ambulance while shots fired.   Those gave their lives for others when bullets fell.   We are Hope’s witnesses.   After this darkness light   for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille…

  • #Throw-down Thursday Redux: a #haibun #poetry from .@ImageCurve for #dVerse’s OLN

    Today’s Fire Another fire engine races up River Road. Lights flash. A siren wails. A horn blasts. We don’t smell smoke anymore, but a gray haze hangs over the evergreens on the mountains. A two-lane strip of asphalt separates those mountains from the outer edge of our neighborhood. Cold comfort, as another engine races by.…

  • #Haibun Monday–Shimo No Koe–First Frost’s Voice #dVerse Poet Pub

    A Silence Observed I extend my left forearm during tai chi in the dark living room. That’s when I notice how quiet it is outside. No chirping. No tritonal repetitions of that saw-like cacophony. No crickets! The first frost has done its work. Autumn dawn that monotonous drone of morning traffic   for dVerse Poet…

  • #Monoku Monday 9/25/17: a #Quadrille #41 for dVerse Poet’s Pub

    Fra Diavolo   Crushed red pepper, like yellow sunflower seeds in powdered blood. Marinara sauce made fresh from boiled tomatoes. Mixed together, poured over a fresh lobster and linguini. Forkfuls, washed down with Chianti!   For dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille # 41 (spice): “Your entire poem need not be spicy or relate to spices (though…

  • Way-back Wednesday 8/9/17: …a grandmother the morning after… #haibun #haiku #poetry

    The Morning After Her cup of Columbian Supremo cools atop of a crumpled copy of the Journal News, spread over the kitchen table like leaves across the lawn. She stands by the kitchen sink, inhales another drag on a half-smoked Marlboro, stares out the window, not seeing the cracked blacktop or the rust on the…