Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

  • Here. Now. Just This. A #haibun in the moment

    Photo by Daniel Weiss on Unsplash   One robin sings in spite of nightfall. A distant hum of some appliance drones outside. The stairs creak under Mira’s footsteps. The ledge of the Wall-unit desk has fewer chakas on them. My own tired eyes and enshadowed crows’ feet gaze at me from the mirror enclosed by the unit. A…

  • My Daily #Haiku #3

    courtesy of Fay Collins     Thanksgiving Day– A murder of crows Takes flight     My second haiku for EarthRise Haiku Collaborative 2018  from my haibun “Conflicted Expectations”, Contemporary Haibun Online, October 2013; V. 8, N. 3   for dVerse Poets’ Tuesday Poetics–Fay Colins. Sarah’s inaugural pubtend! Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform–April Style #GloPoWriMo2018 / #NaPoWriMo2018  17/30…

  • A Chijitsu Manhunt

    Photo by Roman Pavluv on Unsplash   The sun slips beneath the Ramapo Mountains. The long red of a sailor’s delight sky spreads out like opening hands. A long spring day lingers on into a delightful twilight. This is when the neigborhood kids begin their game of manhunt.   Frankie joins Zach, Alli and James on Alli’s driveway.…

  • A Vision of the Future: a #tanka -bun

        sunset a handful of years left in my career   journeys across American roads, rivers of Europe far from the long-ago rooms filled with late-night screams and tears     twilight holding hands we greet the stars     Photo by Peter Oswald on Unsplash   for Poets United–Midweek Motif–vision Real Toads’ Micro Poetry–Long-Ago Rooms #GloPoWriMo2018…

  • My New York: A City Love Affair

      I could write about the first time I saw New York City. How the skyline of Manhattan drew the wows only a child utters at their sight. How the Circle line showed me the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Tower, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center–all in their lit glory.   I…

  • Waiting on a Butterfly’s Wings

      Waiting for a Butterfly’s wings to return Spring.   For if their beats can call forth Tsunami’s, surely they can put a zip in the warm season’s step?   Beat on, petite monarch, beat on     a sparrow’s last chirp forecasted snow flurries a week into spring   for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #54:…

  • A Complementary Conversation

      I am the lost one. You venture across your own ways, while I stumble in the dark. How will I know where to walk if you leave me alone? You have always left me alone. Here I am, crying dry tears and screaming in silence. Where are you? Why do you abandon me?  …

  • Song of Boudica

      Why, Romans? You came to my home while my husband burned and declared yourselves my master. When I dared to disagree, you flogged me in my own courtyard and raped my daughters. Why?   I ask you, instead: why do you dare to ask?   tears that will not dry a murder of crows…