The Eastern Horizon brightens after six in the morning. The Western horizon dims by five in the afternoon. The days contract ever more, as November deepens. Darkness grows. Nonetheless, another year passes. Another Veterans Day, in which we honor those that served. Another St. Martin of Tours, in […]
Voices. The small, polite chatter of acquaitances catching up. Banal remarks like, “He was so close to retirement,” and “What will his son do now?” I try to open my eyes. Nothing happens. I urge my lips to shape the words I want to say. Again, nothing. I […]
The fires grow. Fallen men groan, holding their trembling hands over hemorrhaging wounds. A rancid odor worsens. The mansion that served as a warlord’s fortress begins collapsing in on itself. Neither of us care. We face each other, ten paces between us. Firelight flickers off of our swords. […]
a rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
10/4/21: prompt-free while night fallsa slow chill along withcricket songshow did we surviveFacebook’s latest outage? #tanka #kyoka #micropoetry #poetry
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 