Tag: tanka
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Armistice
Michael looked over the battlefield. A muddy plain littered with corpses. The Somme still glinted red in the morning sun. So many souls to accompany to their personal parousias. A figure in black approached. The archangel sighed. War had chosen to embody the Morrigan again. She stopped two paces ahead of him. Her ravens circled…
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“below…” a #tanka (11/10/23)
11/10/23: nightlight below the river of stars this home a dark hallway in need of a new nightlight #haiku#micropoetry#poetry
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“a tumble…” a #tanka (11/9/23)
11/09/23: tumble a tumble down a cliff such fate only a fallen hero suffers #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“fallen foliage…” a #tanka (11/6/23)
11/6/23: meadow fallen foliage litters the fading green meadow suddenly waxing this darkness #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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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…
Frank J. Tassone 