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Fonn Cogaidh: a #shadorma-prose (4/7/21): Day 7 of #NationalPoetryMonth
forsythia still damp with tears this soil I know what you crave, Pathfinder. You come to me for it, and I find that amusing. Of all the beings in the world, why would you come to me looking for peace? Have you not heard the stories? Do you not know who I am? I whisper…
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Gemini: a #haibun (4/6/21): Day 6 of #Nationalpoetrymonth
Somewhere, a freezing preteen in an Iroquois loincloth chants, “I have faith in God. He will keep me warm.” He holds a torch above his head, standing with a legion like himself–shivering on a cold night. A bonfire down a grassy slope ignites. The legion marches foward. While the light of an apathetic moon shimmers…
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The First Art Immersion: an avante-gard solo #renga (4/5/21) Day 5: #nationalpoetrymonth
Only when the paint wets every canvas space I dare to perceive In a God-given glimps when the last breath stills canvas space consumed I hold this perception tightly to my chest They find a way, always to pry me loose from treasures ordinary lives belong in these spaces ending quietly All of the milky…
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PSA (4/5/21): A Promotion of Mira’s new Practice!
I am happy to announce that Mira has launched her Psychotherapy private practice! Utilizing talk therapy and holistic healing modalities, she accompanies clients on their journey to wholeness and harmony in life. But don’t take my word for it, see for yourself: I am a Licensed Clinical Social Worker committed to working with individuals, families,…
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Inaugural Easter Awe: a #haibun (4/4/21)— Day 4 of #NationalPoetryMonth
Do you dare make sense of it? The trembled voices of terrified women cry out the impossible. Everybody knows dead is dead; no one returns. It is a fact as immutable as the blue sky above and the ground below! But what do you make of an empty tomb? A stone rolled into place by…
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The Ressurection will not be Televised: a #gembun #sequence (4/2/21): Day 2 #nationalpoetrymonth
If not for one refused homage… I have not the strength left to say another word, so the crowd shouts plenty against me. CONDEMNED the grip of guilt on the throat How crushing is this weight? BEARING THE CROSS count the number of steps before The dirt of the street mixes with the blood of…
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“could I load…” a #tanka (4/2/21) #nationalpoetrymonth
4/2/21: adventurer poet Could I loada musket as quickly asGeorge Gordon, Lord Byron?oh, how he and Alexanderdrink from the same cup! #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #napowrimo2021 #glopowrimo2021 #NationalPoetryMonth
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Perilous Introductions: A deranged #haibun #nationalpoetrymonth
falling stars all we inherit is the wind Do you imagine that you know me? Oh, you do, you do. Heard all of my stories? You’ve heard enough, I’m sure. Just another trickster, right? Stealing the sun from the Great Spirit? Tricking a white man out of his clothes? Gambling his wife away to his…
Frank J. Tassone 