Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Quadrille

  • Arising: a #quadrille #haibun

    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’ Quadrille 133, hosted by Lisa. The Pub…

  • Watercourse Wayfaring: a #Quadrille #haibun

    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 #132 over at dVerse, where we stream…

  • A Night of Mid-90’s Nostalgia: a #quadrille #haibun

    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… “Bitches Brew” a sip of cappuccino before…

  • Curious Conundrum: a #Quadrille – #haibun

    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 with Quadrilles over at dVerse. The Pub…

  • Sent: A #Quadrille #Haibun

    “The Spirit drove Jesus out into the desert…” MK 1:12 “Go!” This joyous fullness drives me on. Abba’s luminocity, the descended Ruach-as-dove: now, they’re a driving whirlwind, an inferno. “Go!” I stagger. Stumble. Drop to one knee. Rise up. Continue. To the desert. Where my forty-day fast awaits. “Go!” Solitude gold tested in fire for…

  • An Inquiry on Biblical Gardens: a #Quadrille #haibun

    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 Does Your Garden Grow? dVerse Quadrille (guest-pubtended by…

  • Meditation in Blue: a #Quadrille #Gembun #sequence

    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 Poets’ Quadrille #107 – Blue Monday (pubtended by…

  • Off the Leash: A #Quadrille #TankaProse

    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 dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #105: Cry Havoc and…