Tag: tanka
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Muted Mourning
We never met, but spoke only a few times on the phone. Three gifts you sent me: a headshot photo of you from your theater days, a volume of Billy Collins poetry, another I’ve forgotten. How I discovered you passed an inadvertant admission via email my throat clenching on what might-have-been Oh, but do I…
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“pulsating heat…” a #tanka (11/2/23)
11/2/23: cover pulsating heat all of our covers thrown off the late night struggle to open a window #tanka#kyoka#micropoetry#poetry
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“first snow…” a #tanka (11/1/23)
11/1/23: frost first snow in Binghamton melts away downstate we still await the first frost #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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Dad Difficulties
Dad was too much like Adelia for Mira. It was inevitable that those two lions would eventually clash. He was a man that always thought he was right. Lived in terror at the thought he was wrong, actually. Just like my sister-in-law, with whom Mira once lived as a dependent, once upon a time. Being…
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Dinner Party Aftermath
The quiet of backfiring mufflers, droning Interstate traffic, and resurgent crickets. All after the company leaves. A still night, with light pollution blotting out the stars. All after a long week’s work. Autumn chill after a return of summer heat echoes of pitter-patter from our great niecces
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“cold night…” a #tanka (10/26/23)
10/26/23: clouds cold night the stars covered by clouds the dashed hopes of the day #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“a return…” a #tanka (10/18/23)
10/18/23: float a return marred by a suitcase left on a train Modest Mouse’s “Float On” suddenly comes to mind #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“another…” a #tanka (10/17/23)
10/17/23: flight another flight of geese today longing for their destination #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
Frank J. Tassone 