Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • “fire horn…” a #tanka (5/28/20)

    5/28/20: unprompted fire horn and the rustling of leaves your unvisited grave on your 80th birthday #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (5/28/20)

    5/28/20: orange rival songbirds …suddenly the refrainto “Orange Crush” #haiku#micropoetry#poetry

  • Stanza del Silenzio: a #haibun

    “But you, when you pray, go into your inner room…” Mt 6:6 “Silence is the first language of God”, Saint John of the Cross once said. Perhaps that’s why sitting in silence always attraced me. From a pre-school age boy, spinning the wheels of his upside-down tricycle, to a pubescent boy, sitting cross-legged on a…

  • “even as her…” a #tanka (5/27/20)

    5/27/20: prompt-free even as her tape measure rattles … constant birdsongs after a morning of sitting this soar back remains #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (5/27/20)

    5/27/20: marble “wine-dark sea…”a slip onAthenian marble #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • Seeing Broadway

    Is it the Broadway we want to see? Bustling theaters, sidewalks filled with tourists that line up with their pre-purchased tickets, the costumed characters harassing visitors for a photo. Is it the Broadway we see? Empty streets and sidewalks, darkened theaters, the cavernous echo of a once bustling midtown. Is this the Broadway we will…

  • My Daily #Haiku (5/26/20)

    5/26/20: quake sudden heat …the ignored vulnerablethat quake in fear #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #coronavirus

  • Minnewaska March

    We hit the road for Minnewaska State Park Preserve, in the Shawangunk Mountains outside New Paltz, NY, by 7:30. Arriving just before 9:00, we join the fortunate, 50%-of-park-capacity visitors admitted before the gates close. Of course, since park personnel direct us to the Awosting Falls parking lot, we face a mile ascent up the Sunset…