Category: haikai
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Enshadowed Illumination: A #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun
You weren’t supposed to know. Our adoptive parents received a business letter with a mistake, one that costs lawyers their livelihoods: my name “Jamie.” We shared one life from that moment: you, ever in the clear light of day; I, always in the shadows. Your life was my could-have-been. You, with your second-birth-certificate name, usurped…
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“summer heat…” a #tanka (8/19/19)
8/19/19: learning from insects summer heat a grasshopper’s slow descent down a deck chair What patience I learn from watching your walk! #tanka #micropoetry #poetry
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My Daily #Haiku
8/19/19: wish bone the last time I won the wish bone sun shower #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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The Journey: a #writephoto #haibun
“Will I live to see my journey’s end?” –Metal Church, “Badlands” I have ascended the grassy knolls of gentle country hills. I have scambled up the rocks and slopes of jagged mountains. I have meandered wooded paths across roaring brooks and dried-out creekbeds. I have endured the blistering sun and the bone-chilling rain. I have…
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#Haikai Challenge #100 (8/17/19): Milky Way (amanogawa). Lit. ‘River of Heaven’ #Haiku #Senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Hope you enjoyed your moon-gazing, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jules2. Reena Saxena3. Dwight L. Roth4. Suzanne 5. Jane Dougherty6. Linda Lee Lyberg7. Xenia Tran8. Tessa 9. Janice10. Kerfe Roig11. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Onward! Mid-August in New York already feels like Fall–when the last summer…
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My Daily #Haiku (8/17/19)
8/17/19: Margosa flower overcast sky the margosa flowers I’ve never seen #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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The Sorrow before Surrender: a #TankaProse
8/16/19: making peace from war The thunderous echoes of weapons of war. The sirens, the shattered apartments and hospitals. The survivors, buried with the dead, under rubble. The legions of dead and injured among the combatants. The even greater casualties among the civilians. Is it exhaustion that unclenches the fists of those in war? The…
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Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 15: August 8, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
The trail is a mix of gravel and dirt. Pine seedlings, high grass and ferns flank it on both sides. Morse mountain starts more evenly than Madonna. Until we come to the first rise. Then the trail just keeps on ascending. mist on Madonna breathing hard around another bend Mira recognizes the summit. Top of…
Frank J. Tassone 