Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/21/19)

    4/21/19: Vat Easter dream I fall into a vat of Ben and Jerry’s #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 21/30

  • “Late cherry blossoms…” a #tanka (4/20/19)

    4/20/19: Gerry Muse (collaboration) late cherry blossoms the renga I co-wrote two years ago how long since I enjoyed poetry collaboration? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019

  • Darkness and Light Dialoguing

    I get a bad rap, he says, and I just roll my eyes. What do you expect, I say, They’re blind around you. And they see just fine around you, he snaps, ain’t you special? I sigh, for it’s always like this lately. Complain, complain, complain! Is it my fault they depend on their eyes,…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/20/19)

    4/20/19: unseen nighttime rain another obscured Pink Moon #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 20/30

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 4, July 28, 2014: My latest .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    Rain falls steady. I see the faint lines of its passage from my perch on the sofa. Classical music—a composition sounding suspiciously like circus music—plays on Vermont Public Radio. Three years with little rain: we had a good run. We therefore settle in for a cozy downtime, having earned $100 American Express gift card for…

  • Abecedarian Advise: a #TankaProse

    Autumnal clouds bare entertwining branches corral the sun distant Danann laughter echoing in the wind Forget the rules. Go where the wind whispers. Hold in your heart the sublimnity. Intuition trumps reason at times like these. Just because you can’t explain doesn’t detract from its authenticity. Kindness is a difficult choice. License is even harder.…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/19/19)

    4/19/19: twilight Good Friday twilight a teenaged Jesus carries his cross #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 19/30 #GoodFriday2019

  • Little Things Noticed While Grieving

    You are so still. No rising and falling in your chest. You mouth lies wide open. Someone closed your eyes. The same tepid sunlight partially fills the room and casts shadows throughout. A glass of unfinished pepsi remains by your bedside. You are so still. But morticians styled your hair and applied your makeup. You…