Originally posted on Bill Waters ~~ Haiku:
One Sunday long, long ago, I went to religious school and got roped into an impromptu play. One more person was needed to fill the ranks, and that person – despite my protests – turned out to be me. It wasn’t much…
Ode to our refrigerator Look what you hold inside, you stainless steel superconductor of cold. There’s the homemade lentil soup Mira made last night. And not far along Your offering shelf, anothe r of her dishes in a container, ready to go to work. The Brita pitcher, orange […]
early twilight a seat in my late mother’s chair, glimpsing her ghost haunt me in every glimpse of the mirror before me For Colleen’s this week–ghost and haunt beauty of your face as I awaken from dreams of losing you a trial I may face […]
We saw firefighters raise the flag at Ground Zero. Twin Tower girders forged into a cross. a woman use her SUV as an ambulance while shots fired. Those gave their lives for others when bullets fell. We are Hope’s witnesses. After this darkness […]
A Burger King Conversation “I used to stop in New Paltz after class for these chicken sandwiches.” “No wonder you were so fat!” Thruway rest stop after seventeen years still newlyweds
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 