Always, the bad rap! Do you see the neck chain the orcs fastened? Did I shout for joy as they collared me? Could I count on you to free me? No. Skewar, more’s like. But I’m the bad guy! scapegoat blood on our hands for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille […]
Parched ground. searing sun. The cacti’s collective yawn. What is a few more degrees to them? Their fibers hoard their water. Their needles guard their excess against the unwary consumer. Why would they care about climate change? temperature spike the unpredictability of coming storms for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille […]
Our second date. We walked through the Bear Mountain Zoo and Trailside Museum, stopping outside the Amphibian House. She saw toddlers and smiled. Holding her, I bent my head in. For our first kiss. tulip blossom all of our love after all these years for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille […]
Not the tallest. Nor the steepest. But what other mountain so captures the culture of a people? What other embodies a nation? Or inspires so many poets’ tears? cold carp the nevermelting snow atop Mt. Fuji Will I ever see you face to face? for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille […]
So little to celebrate. Raging wildfires. Persecuted refugees. Genocidal shootings. A hate-frothing darkness threatens to swallow all. For what can we cheer? That light shines in the darkness. That Love drives out hate. That we can. Holy Days another lit candle piercing the gloom […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 