Frank J. Tassone

Tag: poetry

  • #Throwdown Thursday (4/5/18): Losing Grandma…my latest #haibun on .@ImageCurve

    Losing Grandma     I don’t remember Grandma’s death. The only flash of memory is a snippet of conversation, and a flash of grief and concern on Mom’s face. My most clear memory of Grandma: she would squeeze my cheeks between her index and middle fingers and then twist. Simultaneously, her Calabrais face in mine,…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/5/18)

    4/5/18: murmuration spring murmurations … first croaking of bull frogs after twilight #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #GloPoWriMo2018 #NaPoWriMo2018 5/30

  • “Call me…”

    Photo by Yianni Tzan on Unsplash   Never mind my name. Our true names have power, and why would I willingly offer anyone such power over me? This is what you can call me.   Daybreak … silence broken by songbirds   Call me Bard. Hear the verses I recite. See the sweeping plains razed by the west…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/4/18)

    4/4/18: dragonfly pouring rain … not one dragonfly in sight #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #glopowrimo2018 #napowrimo2018 4/30

  • #Tanka Tuesday #2: My Lady’s Highlights

      My Lady’s highlights in the flickering light of freshly lit candles tossed sheets illuminated by an Easter Full Sap Moon     for Kiwinana’s #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 91 – Lady & Highlights    

  • #Tanka Tuesday (4/3/18/): Son Rise–a #Writephoto tanka

      Son Rise Keeping faith with you for two millenia despite our legion of sins our oceans of tears   for COLLEEN’S 2018 #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 78, GROW & HONOR, #SNYNONYMSONLY Sue Vincent’s #writephoto With Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform: napowrimo style   #GloPoWriMo2018 / #NaPoWriMo2018 3/30          

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/3/18)

    4/3/18: empty her yellow tulips listening to an empty bell #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo 3/30 #GloMoWriMo2018

  • #Publication Alert: Hoeing Grief appears in Cattails!

    Pleased that my haibun Hoeing Grief appears in Cattails, April 2018!   Hoeing Grief   By Frank J. Tassone, USA   Dad places Robert on one part of our terrace garden and me, on the other. This way we can’t accidentally hurt each other. Robert rakes while I tear at the ground with a hoe.…