I see the sun and wonder why. A clear blue sky doesn’t suit Good Friday. Where are the black clouds? Where is the imminent sense of a universe screaming? Robins, sparrows and cardinals mark their territory in song. A distant dogwood has the audacity to bloom. Meanwhile, inside the […]
Meltdown BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 8TH APRIL 2017 Haibun Frankie pounds the brown, floral-print pillow on our Lazy Boy. He screams. Then utters a long series of unintelligible noises. His tear-swollen eyes soon turn red. He never gave us a permission slip to sign. Therefore, he will miss […]
A cloudless sky. A chorus of robins and sparrows marking their territory. Still, it’s too cold for Mira to air-dry her hair on the deck. Besides, we won’t have time to lay about at our leisure. Our great-niece Viviana will be Christened today. We will journey to the […]
Two IEP drafts need to be finished. Every time I think about working on them, a terrible resistance arises. Frankie wakes up at ten–way too late for that pancake breakfast he promised to make. So why is he acting so surly? Two large nests sit in seperate bare […]