Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Poets United

  • The Folly of Dashed Expectations: a #writephoto #haibun (12/5/18)

       The forecast called for a few flurries. A wide ribbon of immaculate snow should not cover the road. The sight of naked branches behind the wire fence is odd enough. A field ripe for harvesting usually greets me instead.   Sudden snowfall is an unwelcome suprise. But then again, what should I expect? Winter…

  • Ode to a Certain Age: a #haibun

      Should I praise you?   There are those that would say, “Consider the alternative.” It’s hard to gainsay them, but does that mean I owe you such gratitude that I should sing adulations?   You, in whom the aches compound. You, in whom I glance in the mirror, and each time notice more of…

  • Hiemsian Signs: A #writephoto #haibun

    Can you bear the signs of winter?

  • #Publication Alert! Poets United: POEMS OF THE WEEK: MEN’S VOICES: HANK, FRANK AND LEE SAN

    Pleased to appear in Poets United’s Poems of the Week: Men’s Voices. Thank you, Sherry! Congratulations, Lee and Hank!   It’s time to listen to the voices of some of the men in our community, fellow poets, so today we have poems by Hank Kaykuala, who writes at Rainbow, Frank J. Tassone, who blogs at American…

  • Regret: A #TankaProse (10/17/18)

      So much bounty that we always took for granted. Always wanting more, never enjoying what we had. Until we realized–too late–that time was the one scarcity that mattered.   Now, our hall remains empty. Others take possession of what was ours. All that remains of us is the echo of our coveting. The “hungry…

  • An Owlic Meditation on My Name: a #TankaTuesday (on a Wednesday) #TankaProse (10/10/18)

        sunset last squeak of a mouse snatched by an owl   Yes, my name means freedom, and truthful. Truly, a name fit for the gospel, for does not Jesus say, “Know the truth, and the truth will set you free…”?   But Frank is not my only name. I once had another. And…

  • Oedipal Complex

    Attic cup: Oedipus and the Sphinx Oedipus and the Sphinx, interior of an Attic red-figured kylix (cup or drinking vessel), c. 470 BCE; in the Gregorian Etruscan Museum, the Vatican Museums, Rome. Album/Oronoz/SuperStock     How did you miss the signs, Oedipus? You, for whom the riddle of the Sphinx held no fear?   How did you overlook the evidence that…

  • A Moment of Charity: A #TankaTuesday (on a Wednesday) 9/5/18 #TankaProse

    Photo by Nathaniel Tetteh on Unsplash     skyscraper sunset the outstretched reaching hands left empty Why despise charity when it’s the greatest remaining?   I walked out of the grocers and into the dark. An indigent woman that mumbled incomprehensibly sat just within light of the store. Overcome by an inexplicable urge, I gave the woman a…