Author: Frank J. Tassone

  • Summons Sublime: a #writephoto #haibun

    “And the forests will echo with laughter…” –Led Zepplin, Stairway to Heaven Listen to the faintest of whispers within. Feel the sense of deja vu. Come closer. Closer. This is it. The road less travelled has lead here. The culmination of the decision that “made all the difference” is at hand. Experience it to the…

  • Haibun 183

    Originally posted on Michael Rehling: leaving a shadow is all so attached to this body. but at the end of the day or the end of time we just leave the faintest trace of ourselves. todays best ideas were hatched a century ago by a farmer smoking a pipe in the field after a long…

  • Failed Haiku, Vol. 4 Issue 39 edited by Michael Rehling

    Originally posted on Il fiume scorre ancora: thrift shop a tin box filled of dreams way home into conversation with myself refugee camp in a paper handkerchief her first baby tooth peace negotiations the children’s eyes watching the stars Eufemia Griffo 

  • ‘wool into eggs’

    Originally posted on Stella Pierides: https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/wool-into-eggs-small.jpg

  • My Daily #Haiku (3/23/19)

    3/23/19: piquant ringing windchimes — abandoned jalapeñopita chips #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #poetry

  • The Joy of Light 8

    Originally posted on writing in north norfolk: first rays of dawn light penetrating wooden blinds on wings of birdsong Kim M. Russell, 23rd March 2019 My response to Carpe Diem’s Light Retreat 2019: The Joy of Light In a new retreat, we have a period of 30 days to create haiku and tanka on the…

  • two haiku and vintage drawing

    Originally posted on Haiku Art Site: morning breezeI open a windowfor the house plants branches viewedin the corner windowsbeloved old tree https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2019/03/bw-flowers-43.jpg Large Flower Drawing is courtesy of Reusable Art. Ellen Grace OlingerJuly 20151,000 Posts Review

  • haiku: swans huddle…

    Originally posted on Haiku For Living: . swans huddle from a brisk east wind the folding land ? ? ? ? .