Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • “…Unto the Breach…” a #Quadrille #haibun

    Set the stage. It’s long past time for a competant actor. Set the table. We’re overdue for an adult diner. Set the microphones and cameras; the witnesses must speak. Set the time of our deliverance from vulgar, conniving “Chosen Ones.” sunset broken promises remembered for dVerse Poets Quadrille #89: Are you Set? (pubtended by Merrill)…

  • “rush-hour traffic…” a #tanka

    10/7/19: an act of kindness rush-hour traffic a driver with the right of way yields to let me in these simple acts of kindness that save the civilized world #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (10/7/19)

    10/7/19: chocolate cricket chirping left behind at work my Ghirardelli Dark #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • Up There: A #TankaProse

    Breathing hard. Heart racing like never before. I lean against a pine. The trail continues. But will I? Step by step by step. Until the rocky apex of Sentinal Dome appears. The climax of the ascent before me, I pour out the last of my strength to reach the top. The whole of Yosemite valley…

  • My Daily #Haiku (10/5/19)

    10/5/19: pierce contemplating a way to pierce the Veil … twilight #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • An Environmental Prophet’s Welcome: a #tankaprose

    Greta Thunberg sat alone outside her school. She had gone on strike to protest climate change. A year later, children throughout the world joined her. NYC students received exemption from school absense for participating in the strike. She even spoke before the UN General Assembly. For her courageous witness, a multitude of (mostly) conservative, climate-change-denying…

  • My Daily #Haiku (10/4/19)

    10/4/19: before the rain tired grasshopper …these freshly fallen leavesbefore the rain #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • More Insomnial Moments: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Quarter past midnight. The last remnant of relaxing chamomile leaves a tangy, bitter aftertaste. “Zigzagging to the light” plays across my mind as I put down an extended meditation on mentorship in Robert McDowell’s Poetry as a Spiritual Practice. I’ll face the bed again. And hope to get the sleep I desperately need. Perhaps I…