Tag: photo
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Death Defying: a Day 8 #NapoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #gogyohka – #haiku #L’Arora
“The moon has set“ as though only that ever needed to be said Even before first light deer graze in the yard scampering fawn follows its mother after dawn “All that remains is“ the ruins of paradise from a denied future unwilling to be perfect in our imperfection blood moon this endless denial of the…
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Hope in a Time of Corona: a Day 7 #NaPoWriMo2020 / GloPoWriMo2020 #TankaProse
Have we reached the bottom? Or will we fall below whatever ground we believe we’ve reached? Bahrain uses bracelet to geo-fence the CoVid-19 infected. The Governor of New York orders schools to remain closed until the end of April. The President of the United States pedals hydrocholoroquine as a Corona Virus treatment–absent any clinical trials…
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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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#SilentSaturday (4/4/20)
Now, a rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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PSA: Schedule Change for Today (4/4/20)
Good Morning, haijin and haikai poetry lovers! Just giving you a heads-up that I limiting my blogging today. Expect the #haikai challenge a full day’s regiment tomorrow. Stay healthy and safe! bobbing leaves from out of the clouds morning sun
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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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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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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 