The late 1910s. Grandpa Vuolo wore it on those cold days when he looked for work. It was black wool, fine as camel hair, with a raised collar and large button; the coat easily reached his knees. It also had a curious angle pocket near the left collar. […]
Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war Marc Antony, “Julius Caesar,” Act 3, Scene 1, line 273 Officer Derek Chauvin Kills George Floyd. Why? When will Black Lives matter? kneeling unleashs a nation eight minutes to snuff out a life, then six days demanding justice for […]
“But you, when you pray, go into your inner room…” Mt 6:6 “Silence is the first language of God”, Saint John of the Cross once said. Perhaps that’s why sitting in silence always attraced me. From a pre-school age boy, spinning the wheels of his upside-down tricycle, to […]
Is it the Broadway we want to see? Bustling theaters, sidewalks filled with tourists that line up with their pre-purchased tickets, the costumed characters harassing visitors for a photo. Is it the Broadway we see? Empty streets and sidewalks, darkened theaters, the cavernous echo of a once bustling […]
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Stock Photo: Takebayashi of Kyoto Welcome to DVerse, Poets! I am Frank Tassone, your host for today’s Meet the Bar, where we delve into poetic craft. This month is National Tanka Month, or #NaTankaMo. In honor of this celebration of tanka, I would like…
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
