The frozen, dry earth slowly thaws and quickens in the gathering heat of spring. The pandemics that ravage the world slowly contract until the last cases become memory. The defeaning explosions of missle strikes and shell fire, the rumble of collapsing apartments and hospitals, the screams and cries […]
4/17/22: canopy; 4/13/22: together waxing gibbouson our last day togetheryou nurse methose unremembered crieslost in this canopy #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo2022 #glopowrimo2022 #NPM2022
4/17/22: moon; 4/13/22: ginko hazy moona gethsemane ginkothis Easter #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo2022 #glopowrimo2022 #NPM2022
Awaiting that flutter of butterfly wings that summons Tsunamis. Yearning for the mustard-seed-sized faith that moves mountains. Wondering what quark will be the lever that lifts the universe. Trusting in the smallest of the small, for in what else can I? hazy moon a single cherry blossom floats […]
4/11/22: fog; 4/16/22: garden lilac garden—an evening fog obscuresthe Milky Way #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo2022 #glopowrimo2022 #NPM2022
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 