Frank J. Tassone

Tag: napowrimo2023

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/15/23)

    My Daily #Haiku (4/15/23)

    4/15/23: school rain clouds Spring vacation ends too soon #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo #glopowrimo #napowrimo2023 #glopowrimo2023

  • A Jaded View

    With all due respect, Doctor Williams, is it as simple as you say? Honestly, in my humble opinion, it’s more like: depending on  a beat-up  oldsmobile it’s flawed  gas-gauge reading full, while empty Of course, you do you… white chickens pecking the last of the feed neglected beside them a red wheelbarrow A satire of…

  • Punchline Kyoka

    I parked my life in the middle of the Web, then told everyone, “Get the hell out of my privacy!” Why do we say “No way!” when there is and “Way” when there’s none? Let them rush If they like, then watch them burn walk your own way: That’s what I’d do for Day 13…

  • Prose to Haiku: a Meta-haibunic Dialogue

    I wonder at your brevity. So direct, and to the point. Short, then long, then short: always bending those two images into something new. But couldn’t you just elaborate a little more? Wouldn’t our readers benefit more from a Tik Tok than a snapshot? Look, I know you pride yourself on being the shortest form,…

  • Whose Line is it, Anyway?

    “… is a doormat with an attitude!” It’s one of her many copyrighted expressions. Yes, I live with a master of one-liners. The Bride is the Emma Bombeck of our generation–if I ever convince her to publish a weekly column. She’s also famous for this one (said the night of an Easter Vigil mass): “Skip…

  • Transient Serenade

    Barely past dawn on that wine-dark sea, I heard the sea shanty of distant sailors, on a ship I could not see… “Shiver me timbers this sea breeze so cold!” On, on, pull the line on “Will I see a rich port before I get old?” Give me a hand, and pull the line on…

  • A Crushing Encounter

    As if there were any other way, and yet, there is not… His quickness to turn over the keys, that telltale odor on his breath; his tongue in a flutter of release, conversing with an overtone of death. How his face locks up like struck flintlock or cringes up as he lets loose more tears.…

  • Long Day Journeys

    A leaf afloat on the river drowning A trombone cry of cold whispering among ripples Jamie Treveal On an Acer keyboard In Suffern typing out a leaf afloat not drowning beyond the current beside an inlet an oak gnarled roots penetrating softened, dampened earth wifies and shorties pull out handfuls of hair over one man…