Author: Frank J. Tassone

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Backyard Discophony

We heard a blue jay scold, and a robin chased it off for its troubles. That robin sings away its remaining rivals. Then Mark’s lawn mower roars to life. After we though he finished....

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Contemplating a Cold Future

The desk lamps reflect on the mirror-still pool. It’s a clear night. Orion’s belt, the big and little dippers, and the other constellations I can’t name shine in the clear sky. The crickets and...

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A Yard House Encounter

The beer sampler at the Yard House comes in six 5-ounce glasses. That’s a duce shy of two pints. Chris and I down them while we share an appetizer of boneless buffalo wings with...

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Writing Counterpoints

More than twenty years ago, I sat on a faded beige, chrysanthemum-patterned couch in New City’s first expresso bar, Caffeine Jones. Sipping hot cappuccino, I channeled my angst though Natalie Goldberg’s write-practice drills, filling...

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November 11, 2012

We make it to the Veteran’s Day concert at West Point. The storied USMA band plays melodies dating back to “Chester”, the most popular drum and piper tune during the Revolutionary War. The music...

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A Moment of Vocational Repentance

Mira calls us to dinner. I rise from the chaise, still wrestling with the enjoyment of a summer day—reading, writing, being with family—while acknowledging the coming of another September. And the stressful year it...

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An Awaited Turn in the Weather

Brightening. Darkening. Crabapple leaves viewed through the dining room window alternate between a luminescent emerald in golden light and drab green. Until the daylight dims to a dull-gray. Thunder rumbles in the distance. The...

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A Paternal Encounter?

Am I dreaming, or somehow awake? I can almost hear Dad: his absolute, direct, self-confident tone filled. I feel a burst of his frenetic energy. Someone calls out, “Dad!” It’s me. Someone cries, “Help!”...