Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • Technical Difficulties: a #writephoto #haibun

    I had a lead on today’s assignment grading, until Frank brought me his replacement phone. “It’s not activating,” he said. The cascade soon followed. Verizon’s website offered no workable options. Customer service proved an overlong wait–interrupted when my doctor’s office finally returned my call. A virtual trouble-shooter ran every protocol without providing a solution. I…

  • Mecurial Magic: a #Quadrille #haibun

    “It’s a kind of magic…” Queen Would I were Gandalf, facing the Balrog, crying, “You shall not pass!” Or Merlin, confronting Morgan Le Fey, before Arthur’s doom. Or any mystic, empowered against #Corona. But I am only a poet. My words must be magic enough. raindrops another deep breath another for dVerse Poets’ #Quadrille 100:…

  • The End of an Apocalyptic Affair: a #writephoto #AmericanSentence #Haibun #Prosery

    How did we go wrong? She and I had a perfect love. Oh, how we played God with the first Homo Sapiens. Ah, their luscious suffering and inevitable end! She laughed at their wheezing, fevers, and cold sweats. I sighed as I drew away their last breath. Millenia after millenia, we danced across the Earth.…

  • Strange Sorrow: my latest .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    Lessons prepared. Other work will wait. I enjoy the rest of a relaxing day with the family: football, phone calls, the great outdoors. Even Syfy! Still, an uneasiness arises, like the phantom prick of a splinter removed from an old callous. I gave up YABC. It’s a deliverance, but it’s also a loss. Six years!…

  • “My Corona…” a #haibun

    All around us, the lists: Wash your hands Keep your hands away from your face Cough in your elbow or inside your shirt Wash you hands In such pandemic times, even simple tasks like shopping take on Herculean proportions. Mira managed to grab the last four-pack of toilet paper left on the shelves at the…

  • A Sunday Stroll: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    During the Giant game, a tease of a drive turns into a route. One I missed while at the Res with family. Sitting on a rock overlooking the reservoir. Lost in permutating ripples, and our stillness. sun’s reflectionstaring from a muddy bankbullfrog Photo by Izabella Taylor first published in Image Curve, March 4, 2020 for dVerse…

  • A Martian Contemplation: a #haibun

    Mars raged across the battlefield, killing Achaeans with abandon, until Minerva and her inspired Diomedes struck and drove him from the field. War, all too often, is the reverse. The allies of the Second World War strategically fought to resist Nazi and Fascist aggression. The last principal ally to join the fray, however, ended it…

  • Final Debrief: my .@ImageCurve #haibun

    The air conditioner in his office is off, its faceplate still missing. No chairs, so Fran and I stand, answering his questions. Then he and I speak alone. No heated words, this time. No aggrieved tones. Quiet voices. He asks me to consider his offer; it’s a kind one. But I can’t accept it. With…