Tag: haibun
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Indigenous Ironies
Frank and I visited the National Museum of the American Indian in New York City today. Located in the Alexander Hamilton US Custom House, the museum opens to a grand, oval-shaped rotunda. Murals of milestones from the US appear, alongside representations of the explorers famously associated with the US. Ironic, considering how their expeditions impacted…
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Gravatar Verification Test
This is a test of the Gravatar verification system. This is only a test. This has been a test of the Gravatar verification system. If this test works, then hopefully I will be able to comment on dVerse Poets Pub without having to log in every damn time! waxing gibbous technology keeps making our lives…
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Pink
An explosion of blossoms! From light lavender to luscious pink. Nature’s bouquete arrangement appears on every Cherry tree within sight: The one next door, The groves in the New York Botanical Garden, The arcing rows of Harbor Island Park. Pink blossoms, bursting along the sidewalks of New Rochelle, Larchmont and Mamarroneck. That sultry shade of…
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Spring Break Premier
Saturday, April 20, 2024: the first full day of my spring vacation. We’ve already shook our heads over StateFarm’s overpriced auto insurance bill. Our son dressed early for work, and he left with plenty of time. I helped Mira post to her website’s blog. Oh, yeah: I wrote some poetry of my own on mine.…
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Midway
The United States was aware that the Japanese were planning an attack in the Pacific (on a location the Japanese code-named “AF”) because Navy cryptanalysts had begun breaking Japanese communication codes in early 1942. The attack location and time were confirmed when the American base at Midway sent out a false message that it was…
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Psalm of the Hound of Heaven’s Prey
“Long have you hunted me. Long have I eluded you…” Or is that too strong for this dance we step to? The shivers up my spine. The moments of utter spaciousness, where I shrink almost to nothing before an enormous you That hunting feeling, as though you’re everywhere, and I have nowhere to run, nowhere…
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Vernal Vision
cherry blossoms petals afloat on the wind fall to the ground like they never happened petals afloat on the wind how the crows fly like they never happened this moonrise how the crows fly fall to the ground this moonrise cherry blossoms spring fever savoring every minute over at dVerse, Merril pubtends a MTB that…
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“Yet Again…”
Another rapid-fire robin song this early evening. Another tussle atop the branches of the blooming cherry tree. Another view of darkened blacktop and droplets atop car rooves. How many repetitions. Is enlightenment found in the acceptance of them? late spring azaleas yet again
Frank J. Tassone 