Naked Inattention We change from gym in the boy’s bathroom — talking about something that grabs my undivided attention. We walk down the gray-brown granite hallway to our first-grade class. We step inside. All of my classmates laugh. Because I returned wearing no pants. fleeing up the hall— […]
rain patter the haibun I didn’t type the haiku I wrote promises we never keep summer wind first published in Failed Haiku 21
morning light the mute alarm clock strikes again!
cold rain her search for the leggings she misplaced
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Very pleased to appear in the September issue of Failed Haiku ? holidays at grandma’s the crumbs in our bed ? emptying the trash can a new poem begins ? summer’s end the ice cream seller’s first hot dog ? ? missing the…
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 