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O Parmigiano Di Pollo: a Day 5 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #TankProse -aic #Ode
To you, dish that is life. To you, a meal thal luxuriates the tongue and leaves one starving. Of course, you doesn’t leave one starving. How could you, a meal that so fills the stomach, do that? Oh potent dish, with your pureed, red tomato sauce; your sizzling fried breadcrumb finish; your tangy, sumptuous poultry…
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My Daily #Haiku (4/5/20)
4/5/20: box first birdsongs —whatever happened tothinking in the box #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2020 #GloPoWriMo2020
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Home Street Surrealism: a Day 4 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
Am I asphalt. Am I blacktop and asphalt. Am I slanted and straight. What is slanted and straight. What is asphalt. What is the wind-swept lane that I am. What is the wind. What the wind is. an empty street Who lives on 24. Who works from home on 24. Who looks out a bay…
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My Daily #Haiku (4/4/20)
4/4/20: wings raven flightall the closed churches sincewe sang “On Eagles Wings” #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2020 #GloPoWriMo2020 #CoronaVirus
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Follow a Lone Crow: a Day 3 #NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo2020 solo #Renga
gray sky the back-and-forth swaying of bare branches a street suddenly empty of pedestrians a wrapped package left out on the front stoop trembling hands heart racing just entering the local supermarket A descending crow in flight no sign of its murder so silent within these closing-in walls another Friday A caught breath at every…
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“nut-gnawing squirrel…” a #tanka (4/3/20)
4/3/20: cat lover nut-gnawing squirrel and a house cat prowling the backyard does the cat lover envy her feline’s new freedom? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2020 #GloPoWriMo2020 #coronavirus
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My Daily #Haiku (4/3/20)
4/3/20: bottle overcast skyanother emptywine bottle #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2020 #GloPoWriMo2020 #coronavirus
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Journey to Pine Meadow Lake: a Day 2 #NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
Fresh air new ripples spreading Start at Kakiat park, where the parking lot surrounds an island of green with a few Maples. The enclosed dog park may or may not bustle with the delighted barks of canines overjoyed with company azure sky passing cumulus fade from sight canonballing beside the “no swimming” sign Cross the…
Frank J. Tassone 