First light arrives before five in the morning. The birdsongs arrive with it. A cacophony of twittering, and avian arias, shatter my sleep, and any hopes of returning to it. By afternoon, however, a scattering of songs—at well-spaced intervals—may arise. This abundance of radiance—so close to the end […]
6/20/22: unprompted a softwhoosh of windherean afternoon coolpassing away #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
6/20/22: glitch cool breeze…another glitchin the Matrix #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
6/17/22: cul-de-sac summer heatanother bikeride aroundthe cul-de-sac #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
6/16/22: band aftersudden rainthe sunfirst notes from“Uncle John’s Band” #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 