An apple tree with a shorn trunk, making for a convenient step. The climbs up to it’s largest branch, and the hours spent imagining adventures. childhood dreams… all those eternal summer days The boxes filled with books, toys, and sentimentals. A new bedroom to call my own. childhood […]
Were you ever who you claimed to be? betrayed stares your empty smile moving past just another burnt bridge left behind Day 15 of
Poet after poet takes the stage. Each poem, alive in the unique telling of its writer, their cadances conveying their singular vitality. Our heartfelt applause for each one thunders in the cavernous Prudential Hall. Ah, how long until I can partake of all four days of the Dodge […]
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 […]
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 […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 