Tag: poetry
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Childhood Memories
Douglass Park, where we piled on a merry-go-round and spun round & round so fast that some of us fell off. And all of us saw the sky whirl round even standing still. The streets of Weber Park, my neighborhood in then North Tarrytown (now Sleepy Hollow), where we played tag, hung out in each…
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#Haiku (10/14/23)
10/14/23: red cold rain “99 red balloons go by…” #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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“Superstitious…” a #tanka (10/13/2023)
10/13/23: unprompted superstitious another Friday the 13th the creepy serenede of dying crickets #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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#Haiku (10/12/23)
10/12/23: frost sirens— awaiting the first frost #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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This Transition
Another dull roar from an overhead flight. Another drone from a passing car. An inky black of a night sky. An Autumn chill in the air. This is a near-mid-October night in New Rochelle. This is Westchester County urban living. & Five weeks after nineteen years in bucolic Montebello, this is now home. a little…
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“fading crickets…” a #tanka (10/11/23)
10/11/23: town fading crickets the drone of traffic along Palmer new life in a new town they call a city #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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#Haiku (10/11/23)
10/11/23: apples night chill missing it this year apple picking #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Oh, Pasta Fazool!
The rich, tomatoey flavor. The hearty comfort of cannellini beans, diced pancetta, and grated parmesan cheese. The savory texture of ditalini mixed with those beans. The luscious “hmmmm” in every spoonful. Is there a more perfect cold-weather soup than Pasta Fazool? I experienced a culinary epiphany the first time I tasted the Neapolitan classic. It was…
Frank J. Tassone 