Author: Frank J. Tassone
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An Answer Comes
#Haiku Happenings #3: Barbara Kaufman’s #haiga appears in Under the Basho!
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2018 Creatrix Prize Winners
Originally posted on Project words: Delighted to receive second prize 2018 Creatrix Haiku Prizes SECOND PRIZE Rachel Sutcliffe–England evening rain driving over the moon in a pothole (published in Creatrix #41) ? ? ? via 2018 Creatrix Prize Winners
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the gate
Originally posted on Ontheland: a swinging gate on both sides the flowers open-close ©️Jane Reichhold birds call others answer back a world with no real borders ©️Ontheland ~ A Tan Renga for Carpe Diem. The opening haiku was written by Jane Reichhold (1937-2016) and the challenge was to follow it with two lines. I sourced…
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An unreceived Present
still pond agape in every moment … when will we quiet the chorus in our heads? How can it be? How can Love be present, and waiting only for the asking? How can the Presence be such a gratuitous gift? Impossible! And yet, I have tasted the gift, and seen without seeing. I can still…
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Together Again
Originally posted on Grahn Song: family album… a bottle of whiskey can’t fix everything a penny for my thoughts? grandmother taught me to listen whatever became of the children? lost stories growing up… the end of my favorite fairy tale one family picnic and two dogs later… beer belly growing old… things we do together…
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Dark
Originally posted on haiku tree: dark clouds swallow a mountain and me too ?
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Today’s Haiku (August 16, 2018)
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 明日の日の華やぐが如ガーベラ挿す 藤田湘子 asu no hi no hanayagu ga goto gaabera sasu like a shining sun of torommorow a gerbera in a vase Shoshi Fujita from “Haiku Dai-Saijiki” (“Comprehensive Haiku Saijiki”), Kadokawa Shoten, Tokyo, 2006 Fay’s Note: Shoshi Fujita (1926-2005) ‘gaabera’ (gerbera or…
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First Loss: A #ThrowdownThursday #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
The sky-blue Teddy bear towered over me. Charcoal eyes and nose, friendly smile: my parents nestled me in its arms. Mom told me how much I loved that Teddy. One day, the window of my room, which looked out on a sewer grate, opened during a storm. Wet leaves, mud and soaked mulch buried…
