Moon’s churned cream glows bright while fireflies and rabbits play; thunder’s promise grows. Grazing bucks nibble clover’s sweet dew as velvet blossoms. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: The July full moon, the Buck Moon: The next full Moon will occur on Sunday, July 5, 2020, at 12:44AM ET, and is…
Category: poetry
Parasites and Hunter-Killers
Hunter who has studied us One who knows our ev’ry like Sent by Mother Gaia, who Says it’s time for us to shift When our bodies have a foe We send out the phagocytes Killer cells who eat them up Balanced health an unspoke right We are now the parasites Mother’s body’s had enough…
#Haikai Challenge #145: wild iris (ayame)
Wild purple iris on the path to the water one midsummer’s day Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: Like the mayfly, the bloom of [the wild iris (ayame)] lasts but a single day. What better exemplar of transience can we ask for? This week, write the haikai poem…
#Haikai Challenge #144: Summer Solstice Midsummer (manastu) I — Day at the beach
Blue skies linger as plovers skitter down the shore; Waves whoosh lullabies. Gulls wheel as minnows flash, catching dayflies at surface. Solstice days extend. Cloud’s shadows dance along bright beach umbrellas while babies sleep in cool shade. Sunset is still hours away. I tried to put the double tankas side by side but…
dVerse — Merfolk — Ondine
He found her floundering in his net, which was empty until then. Lost troubled face; confused and spent. Docked at the empty cottage where his mother lived before; he gave her baggy clothes to wear. Off to the village to see Annie, he didn’t see her bury something in the garden. She sang, the fish…
dVerse — Flower Blooms in May
In February of 2018 our department decided to use an empty suite of offices one floor up. Our intake workers, including me, had offices now instead of cubicles for the first time in a long time, with the suite accessible only by key card. Quiet and secluded is a positive when asking clients sensitive questions….
dVerse — imagism — Lookin Out My Back Door
Tall bushy green hair tops over thick black poles, Standing, ‘fro touching ‘fro, as a living gateway to a field that is somewhere between fresh cut and gone to seed. The welcome mat is wide for the feet of grazing deer at dusk, frisky rabbits, and the occasional whooshing wings of a hawk. Green…
Tao-Talk 