Creak stairs under footsteps floorboards of the worn front deck the opening front door our screams at the pale face dripping blood from red-stained fangs coming through the door The accented “good evening” before he fills my pumpkin case creak feet scampering […]
Update: It’s not you, it’s me. To err is human, to forgive, divine, right? I published this haibun last Thursday. My next post will have the current offerings. Renewed Intimacy My fingers, running gently up and down your bare back. Your gentle moan, as I rub away tension […]
Animus A six-person river raft bobbing up and down in the frigid Animus River. A paddle stretched out too far. One rapid, knocking me overboard. beyond white foam so many spruces Break the surface. Still holding the safety line circling the raft. My face, slapped by the […]
Frank Hubeny at dVerse challenges us to write a Chaucerian stanza or Rhyme Royal. This form employs a rhyme scheme of ababbcc, written in (usually) iambic pentameter metric lines (seven) in up to three stanzas. But I write haikai. What to do? Go poetic in the prose-poem, and […]
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
The dverse prompt this evening is to write a poem about something in the fridge, stuck on the fridge, or lurking in the bottom of the fridge. I didn’t think there was much to say about the contents of my fridge, just…
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 