Frank J. Tassone

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  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 2, July 26, 2018

    see Mansfield againbefore taking the plunge downthe spiral pipe sliderelaxing in the hot tubFrankie under my arm The Cabot Factory Outlet in Waterbury offered a crowded house more than cheese samples. A pixie-cut-haired young woman from a new “Meadery” offered tastings from the fledgling enterprise’s three meads. Free mead, along with the purchase of our…

  • Stealing Fresh Fire: A #TankaProse

    I can hear Nirvana playing in my head again. Even though the converted bathroom my Special Education Department calls an office is filled, I unleash the melody of my earworm. Soon the tell-tale lyrical opening plays in their heads: Come, as you are, as you were as I want you to be As a friend,…

  • Buson

    late cherry blossom Another Mother’s Day will come without you How would Buson have rendered County Cavan, Ireland? #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 4/30 WD April PAD 4/30

  • An Eagle Ascending

    My mother and father conceived me while they spiralled together toward the earth. I fought my way out of the hard shell of my egg during my hatching, after an incubation in which they took turns warming me. I fed on scraps of fish snatched from the Hudson–or an osprey’s nest. My plumage grew. Soon,…

  • Ambivalence at the Dual Meet: a solo #Renga

    chilling wind a blue sky consumed by storm clouds an utter betrayal of the Equinox last sunlight eclipsed by a torrent of storm clouds we huddle together to share our last fading warmth a tease of rain remnants of a winter refusing to die A frigid deluge gathers to drown our last hopes of warmth…

  • Monday Morning Survival Guide (4/1/19): a #haibun

    It happens to us all. The alarm clock goes off. A robin sings like a rooster at first light. Or way too much daylight breaches the blinds. Sooner or later, we all face the same brutal reality: Monday morning. Take heart! There is hope for coping with this inescapable first morning of the work week.…

  • Enlightenment: a #writephoto #haibun

    Get up. Step out from the shadows. Did I pierce the veil to address an undergrowth bathed in shade? Come, and bear witness to the light! You thought you were abandoned, left “alone and naked in the wilderness.” You shuddered to think as the darkness crept in. You stole glimpses of declining daylight from the…

  • Smuggs ‘14 Chronicle, Part I: Day 1, July 25, 2014

    The rust-colored bridge—Thaddeus something—looms ahead.. The sign next to it: Mohawk River—Erie Canal. After two-and-a-half hours driving north, we enter the heart of the capital region, just south of the Adirondacks. I’m so excited that I tell Frankie. His reaction? So what? through the Gateway shimmering sunlight on rippling water Lunch at the Glens Falls…