Fra Diavolo Crushed red pepper, like yellow sunflower seeds in powdered blood. Marinara sauce made fresh from boiled tomatoes. Mixed together, poured over a fresh lobster and linguini. Forkfuls, washed down with Chianti! For dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille # 41 (spice): “Your entire poem need not […]
For the DVerse Poetry question poem challenge Why? Why are the thorns as much a part of the rose as the petals? Why is the only authentic love the love of the “nail-scarred hand”? Why does the truth crucify us to liberty? Why does desire dog us like […]
For Month of mini-writing challenges 2017- day 20 I, Cuchulainn I, tied to a post, awaiting them, my enemies who’ve killed me at last. Stand my ground against them to the end. Not much longer, now. Blood-stained blade, too heavy to lift one last time. Blood-filled tunic, […]
We take our first hike of this season on the Pine Meadow trail. Soon, we diverge onto the yellow-marked trail at the first junction. The clouds of early morning break apart. The sun pierces every gap in the Maple and Douglas Fir canopy. We reach the waterfall, […]
In Harshness In the crunch of fiberglass, a shattered mirror dangling on a wire. In the biting words of a text-message slap, the piercing cold stare of an evaluator’s review. In every word and action taken or not. In every inch of fallen snow power-thrown before sunrise. […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 