Could it be any different? emerging night stretching through the last light of day twisted intestines unknotting after this day recuperating these temperature shifts taking their toll gentle trembling as this body gets on track this silence It could be only what it is. for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille […]
Sprawled in the mud. A night’s broken sleep. A day’s pressing demands. The cicadas cackle anyway. Leaves still rustle in a passing breeze. Life goes on. Everyone riding dragons gets thrown. The true riders get back up. cool evening a place to make a stand for dVerse Poets’ […]
A kayak on a placid river. A leaf afloat on a babbling brook. A rock smoothed over years by a rushing stream. A twig carried away in a creek. Let running water have its course. It will anyway. flowing in and out the tide De Jackson host’s #Quadrille […]
An unsentimental, staccato trumpet sounds out from a coffee bar jukebox. The click of que-ball against stripe joins the ominous rhythm accompanying the melody line. A milk steamer hisses: a gurgled, high-pitch screech drops in tone. A murmering audience gathers for an Open Mic. Welcome to Caffeine Jones… […]
What could it hurt, right? I have nine lives, after all, or so they tell me. And I always land on my feet! I have to know. I have to know! I don’t care what curiosity does! Because I know what satisfaction does. revelation We’re satisfying our curiosity […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 