Frank J. Tassone

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  • Coyotic Arts: a #Tanka-Prose

    Would that I could bend the will of monarchs with the clowning wit of a Court Jester. Would that I could elicit childlike laughter like a circus clown. Would that I could provoke epiphanies like a genuine Holy Fool. But I’m simply a poet. My words alone will need to be enough to inspire you.…

  • Ultimate Conversations: an #AmericanSentence #Haibun / #Prosery

    “Did it make a difference?” Jaimie wasn’t sure if there was a point to asking. Would Death even answer? The figure shrugged. “Does it ever?” “But it has too,” Jaimie said, “I can’t have sacrificed my life for nothing.” “No, not for nothing,” Death answered, “For time. For those whom you love.” Jaimie sighed, “When…

  • Spent Lives: a #Tanka-Prose

    Playing Rock-Paper-Scissor to see which of us would drive the rent-a-car. After a flight to Denver from New York, during which we drank Heineken after Heinekan. Driving over switchbacks through the Rockies. At night. With an squeaky-breaked 18-wheeler behind us. Getting knocked into the frigid Animus River in level-5 rapids during our first white-water-rafting experience.…

  • #SilentSaturday (8/15/20)

    A rest from #Haiku See you tomorrow!

  • First Slam: an .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    “Frank, are you ready?” “Yes.” “Give it up for Frank!” Applause. Kelly yells, “alright, Frank!” I walk up the aisle to the stage. Face the audience of fellow poets and slammers; six judges; Bill, his wife, Jan, and Mira. Rachel and Tiff attend the admission table, shadowed by the stage lights behind me. I begin:…

  • An Inaugural Sail

    The wind fills the sails. The sleek, fiberglass hull slices through Levitt Bay water. A soft woosh of a wake, as I speed along in a sunfish. The tiller in one hand, the line to the sail in another, as I adjust course. The utter joy of my first time sailing. A pleasure I haven’t…

  • An Inquiry on Biblical Gardens: a #Quadrille #haibun

    Why a garden? A strange place for a fall from grace, no? An equally unusual locale for a rise to renewed grace, too, right? Then again, is a garden not where petals fall and seeds sprout again? perennials a hummingbird flies to each one for dVerse Poets’ How Does Your Garden Grow? dVerse Quadrille (guest-pubtended by…

  • A Get-together: an .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    Michelle drops her son off at our house earlier than expected. Matthew joins us at the kitchen table as we finish dinner. Mira defrosts and then reheats the leftover Ziti his mother brought. Frankie plays waiter-captain, as he sets Matthew’s place-setting and pours him a glass of cranberry juice. After dinner, the boys and I…