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 […]
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 […]
A cloudless sky. A chorus of robins and sparrows marking their territory. Still, it’s too cold for Mira to air-dry her hair on the deck. Besides, we won’t have time to lay about at our leisure. Our great-niece Viviana will be Christened today. We will journey to the […]
Two IEP drafts need to be finished. Every time I think about working on them, a terrible resistance arises. Frankie wakes up at ten–way too late for that pancake breakfast he promised to make. So why is he acting so surly? Two large nests sit in seperate bare […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 