Frank J. Tassone

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  • Amor In Terris: A #TankaProse

    What happens when we leave our love on ice? Does it crystalize, as life-giving moisture yields to physics? Does it persevere within its paralysis? Does it wither-in-place, yet one more frozen relic of a forsaken experience? What happens when we bring the fire of our desire upon our frozen love? Can we expect a life-restoring…

  • Waiting for the Solstice: a #Quadrille #Haibun

    Five days before winter solstice. Another winter storm bears down. Snow and ice promise a messy commute. But soon, the last glow of the shortest day will shine. Then the dark of the longest night will follow. seasonal lights the gloom of gathered clouds for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday: There’s a Shine to the Season! (pubtended…

  • ’14 Summer Swansong (part 5)

    August 31st Louis’ steaks cook perfectly. I see the pink interior of the half of one that I fork onto my plate. The juices fill my mouth as I close lips around that first tender bite. Feijoada, rice and beans, fresh salad, chicken legs and pork ribs round out the meal. Louis pours me a…

  • Constance: a #tankaprose

    The same icicle-shaped lights hang from the neighbor’s front liter. The same indoor lights adorn our current Christmas tree. And another cold moon arises. The same clouds that brought snow this morning blot out the stars tonight. The same chill in the air sends a shudder through me. And another cold moon rises. The same…

  • #SilentSunday (12/8/19)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • A sorrowful Sunset: A #GerryMuse #Tankaprose

    I published some of my first haibun at Haibun Today. Ray Rasmussen was a patient taskmaster. His edits brought out the best in my work while excising the worst. I treasure the work he accepted. My sighs at the cessation of their publication continue. I have no idea when they’ll cease. fading rays as a…

  • ’14 Summer Swansong (part 4): my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    August 29th We pass the peach and apple groves as we make our way across the Boscobel estate. Locate an ideal spot upon which to picnic on which on the great lawn overlooking the Hudson, its nearby estuary, and West Point. Soon, we’re devouring cheddar, goat and dill cheese spread on crackers, wheat thins, and…

  • Spirited: A #TankaProse #Quadrille

    Get up. I can’t. You can. Get up. I’m too exhausted. Too defeated. You breathe. You live. You’re not defeated. How can I? I fall a thousand times. Then get up a thousand and one. Another breath Somehow, my feet underneath I arise again for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet’sChoice and…