Tag: tanka
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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
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Childhood Memories
Douglass Park, where we piled on a merry-go-round and spun round & round so fast that some of us fell off. And all of us saw the sky whirl round even standing still. The streets of Weber Park, my neighborhood in then North Tarrytown (now Sleepy Hollow), where we played tag, hung out in each…
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“Superstitious…” a #tanka (10/13/2023)
10/13/23: unprompted superstitious another Friday the 13th the creepy serenede of dying crickets #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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“fading crickets…” a #tanka (10/11/23)
10/11/23: town fading crickets the drone of traffic along Palmer new life in a new town they call a city #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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Oh, Pasta Fazool!
The rich, tomatoey flavor. The hearty comfort of cannellini beans, diced pancetta, and grated parmesan cheese. The savory texture of ditalini mixed with those beans. The luscious “hmmmm” in every spoonful. Is there a more perfect cold-weather soup than Pasta Fazool? I experienced a culinary epiphany the first time I tasted the Neapolitan classic. It was…
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My Mother’s Diagnosis
Mom told me the story many times. She went to work that day. Felt a little off, but soldiered through. Shortly after lunch, however, she leaned against file cabinets, almost unable to stand. Her boss told her to go home. She still felt unwell, after a full day off of her feet. Heading to the…
