Frank J. Tassone

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  • “Red Lion Inn…” a #tanka (4/26/19)

    4/26/19: tangle/untangle Red Lion Inn untangling the tangles of history the antique musty odor of New England’s oldest Inn #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 #RedLionInn

  • April Rain: a #haiku sequence

    April rain another vacation day spent indoors the price for May flowers is all of this April rain swimming and jacuzzi bathing April rain before lunch and museums on this day with April rain trees budding in April rain hot coffee couldn’t we just lounge about during this April rain? #NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 26/30 WD…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 5: July 29, 2014 | Image Curve

    The Sterling Pond trail sharply ascends the forested slope of Sterling Mountain. The Smuggler’s caves, rest rooms and parking lot lie across Route 108, nestled beneath Mount Mansfield’s western ridge. Step-like stones lead to rocks, soil and roots. We breathe hard before the first straight-away. Finally, we make it to the pond. Different couples and…

  • Complete Spring Day

    Rippling blossoms in a young tree in bloom. Fresh dandelions growing on greening lawns. Radiant white pillars of a neighbors house bathed in afternoon sunlight. The hum of leaf-blowers and woodchoppers. Warm enough to walk outside. Cool enough to stay in. Such are the signs of Spring during April Days north of the equator. Like…

  • A Ghost Wolf’s Last Hunt

    I watch my mate from a distance. She wimpers next to my corpse. Hot blood still flows from the gunshot wound that stopped my heart. I watch my mate sniff once, twice, then wimper again. I throw back my head and unleash a howl that she cannot hear. She must rejoin the pack. Our family…

  • An Ekphrastic Correspondence

    Oh, Alisaka, That I could rise to the heights of your cranes. But I am earthbound, and my words can only marvel at your deft brushstrokes. mountain mists fledglings at their mother’s side for so many years this relic of college days still hanging for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #78: Rise (pubtended by Merril Smith) #NaPoWriMo2019…

  • Easter #SilentSunday (4/21/19)

    and now, a rest from #haiku Happy Easter! See you tomorrow!

  • Nightmarescape

    I sketch the impressions that even now fade away. A night sky, a street filled with teens partying, cavourting, fighting. They close around me, and I just manage to break away. Another street, with darkened brownstones, and commercial buildings in the distance. I walk with someone I call a friend, although I do not recognize…