“The best things come to those that sit and wait.” Who am I to disagree? Savannah Sun … a hyena awaits a man-killer’s remains Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Writing Prose (posted by Susan) #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 17/30 WD April PAD 2019 17/30
May day scorcher a lone, panting coyote sprints across the yard why, then, this sudden temptation to join him? for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Temptation (posted by Sumana Roy) NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 10/30 WD April PAD 2019 10/30
The drone of morning traffic. The blaring of horns from stopped cars on the Interstate. The adolescent voices that echo off the walls, and their sporadic screams and laughter. The noise from the outside crests like flood waters fed by torrential downpours. It is during such onslaughts that […]
A shimmer of sunlight remains. Rippling water, stirred by an evening breeze, carries it away. The gathered clouds filter the setting sun; a pale disk descends behind an enshadowed ridge. You may ask why I recant. Why I subject myself to the stake decreed by your English court, […]
Watch the ripples. Then wait for the water to still. See the clear reflection of the white birch growing over from the far shore. See the green of the surrounding canopy in that liquid mirror. Let that stillness become your own. The neighbor walked his golden retriever along […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 