Tag: video
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Metanoia
Mardi Gras arrives again. The revelers gather to embrace the excess that precedes the abstinance. There is a time to feast and a time to fast. But there are no parades for us: no thrown beads, no expositions, no chanting crowds of tourists. Our celebration is a simple fried chicken filete dinner with broccoli rabe…
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Hypothetical Enigmas
A single leaf flutters across the neighbor’s yard. I see it through the reflection in the mirror facing me–the one that reveals the view through the bay window of my office. The breeze that set that leaf fluttering ceases. All is calm, but not bright as the dimming light yields to the growing afternoon shadows…
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“Stormy sky…” a #tanka (9/7/18)
9/7/18: wild graces stormy sky all of these wild graces we depend upon the balloons that we’ll release for our friend we’ll see no more #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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#Haikai Challenge #48 (8/26/18): Causes #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Seen the shorter nights? Savored some of the cooler days? Well, haijin, many of you experienced the first fruits of the coming autumn. Congratulations to last week’s contributors! Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr 2. Dwight L. Roth 3. Jules @ Strands 4. Reena Saxena 5. Pat R 6. Deborah…
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A Cowardly Lion’s Soliloquy
The world is a beautiful place…when you have courage. When you don’t…not so much. I would know. I balled like a baby when Dorothy smacked me right in the kisser. Imagine! A King of the Jungle sopping the ground with his own sobs. Those were days when I saw no beauty anywhere. I…
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Stunning Contrasts on a Summer Day: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse
a cool summer breeze a time to sow or to reap every moment I lay my burden down to pick it up again The last taste of burgundy rests in the well of a used wine glass. She strolls the garden after rinsing something in the sink. Maple leaves flutter in the woosh…
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#Tanka Tuesday (for a #WaybackWednesday) 5/2/18: Witness a Wild Thing
[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons The Wild has always called me. Out of the depths of a child’s imagination came marching a parade of derivative characters. Then the moments of rapt attention: a tricyle turned upside down: I turned over my rusty red tricycle in the mud room. Then I spun the wheels.…
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Take a walk
Mira and I walk at Kakiat Park. The rain-swollen Mahwah River cascades under the bridge. It foams the rocky bank where a lone fisherman fishes. We turn onto the blue trail toward the tributary feeding the river. Or is it the river? The cold ground doesn’t mud our shoes like last time. We’re not…
Frank J. Tassone 