“Welcome to the desert of the real.” –Morpheaus, from the movie, The Matrix An ever-drying aridity. Step after step across a desert stretching to the horizon. Only the memory of water. Such an exhaustion that the expression “dead on my feet” is a declaration of enthusiasm. Here, in […]
Hello, there! I know, I know. It’s been a while. I could explain how pervasive my current writer’s block has been. I could recount the general malaise through which I’ve lived. I could recount the Star Wars gravity well down which I’ve fallen. All of this is true. […]
Sorry, can’t talk now. Frank and I are about to experience the opening celebration at the Dodge Poetry Festival 2022! Several poets will take the stage, and we are hear for it! life blood of language and culture poetry
A week of conflicting priorities, restless teenagers, mounting work with pressing deadlines, and an all-consuming exhaustion ends tonight. A glimpse at the night sky to see a handful of stars visible despite the ambient light pollution. No, the universe is not agitated. Once I calm the mind through […]
A sudden turn in the weather, and noses begin to run… rushing toward the nearest tissue roaming the halls full of snot remember a sneeze is no issue recall a time without rot While not an apocalyptic sign, new Covid cases arise… Still we press on Stunted in […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 