Why a garden? A strange place for a fall from grace, no? An equally unusual locale for a rise to renewed grace, too, right? Then again, is a garden not where petals fall and seeds sprout again? perennials a hummingbird flies to each one for dVerse Poets’ How […]
Blues riff on a cocktail napkin a single tear They want my blue eyes. If they only knew … clear sky rustling leaves summer wind The talk of a coming “Blue Tsunami…” As if. all the calm of the ocean politics Traveling these blue ways … for dVerse […]
Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war Marc Antony, “Julius Caesar,” Act 3, Scene 1, line 273 Officer Derek Chauvin Kills George Floyd. Why? When will Black Lives matter? kneeling unleashs a nation eight minutes to snuff out a life, then six days demanding justice for […]
Delighted to learn that Colleen Chesebro has selected my tanka-prose Predation as her featured poem of her 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 178 #PhotoPrompt! For me, Frank’s tanka prose echoes the political realities of our brave new world. I also like that he wrote in the […]
He would play with me for hours. Stretch me into all kind of shapes. Twist and turn me one way, then another. When he was done, he’d mold me two-handed, and pour me back into my egg. silly putty so many years since childhood for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 