Tag: poetry
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Throwdown Thursday 8/10/17: my latest #Haibun #Poetry: Ascension | on .@ImageCurve
Ascension A flash of red. A cardinal perches high on a prematurely blossoming maple. He marks his territory, repeatedly singing the same crescendo. Moments later, he’s gone. No bird takes his place. Ides of March pine needles fluttering in the wind more by FRANK J. TASSONE photo by Jessica Furtney on Unsplash first published in Image…
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Publication update 8/9/17: happy that my latest #haiku is up on Haiku in the Workplace: Working from Home
coffee in bed finishing the last lesson at sunrise — Frank J. Tassone THF’s Haiku in the Workplace: Working From Home
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Way-back Wednesday 8/9/17: …a grandmother the morning after… #haibun #haiku #poetry
The Morning After Her cup of Columbian Supremo cools atop of a crumpled copy of the Journal News, spread over the kitchen table like leaves across the lawn. She stands by the kitchen sink, inhales another drag on a half-smoked Marlboro, stares out the window, not seeing the cracked blacktop or the rust on the…
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Tanka Tuesday 8-8-17: endure the jackhammer symphony #tanka #poetry
neighbors’ backyard jackhammering before nine under a gray sky closing windows won’t keep out that penetrating aria
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#Throwdown Thursday (5/4/17)…my latest #Haibun #Poem is up on .@ImageCurve
Empty Gestures Nothing left to offer but the rain sunset on the Ramapo Mountains not a drop falls more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Frances Gunn first published in Image Curve, May 4, 2017
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Empty Signs on a Sacred Day #haibun #npm17 #napowrimo2017
I see the sun and wonder why. A clear blue sky doesn’t suit Good Friday. Where are the black clouds? Where is the imminent sense of a universe screaming? Robins, sparrows and cardinals mark their territory in song. A distant dogwood has the audacity to bloom. Meanwhile, inside the house, our dishwasher hums. Mira and I…
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4-8-17 My latest #npm2017 #napowrimo Meltdown – #Haibun #Poem | Image Curve – Read & Puplish
Meltdown BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 8TH APRIL 2017 Haibun Frankie pounds the brown, floral-print pillow on our Lazy Boy. He screams. Then utters a long series of unintelligible noises. His tear-swollen eyes soon turn red. He never gave us a permission slip to sign. Therefore, he will miss the fifth grade versus faculty basketball game.…
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Country/City Contrasts #NPM17 #NaPoWriMo2017 #haibun #dversepoets
A cloudless sky. A chorus of robins and sparrows marking their territory. Still, it’s too cold for Mira to air-dry her hair on the deck. Besides, we won’t have time to lay about at our leisure. Our great-niece Viviana will be Christened today. We will journey to the heart of Broadway in Yonkers, New York.…
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