Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • A Moment of Mindful Movement: a #tankaprose

    Bloodshed in three states in a week. Over twenty-nine dead in two cities within twenty-four hours. Three mass-shooters: only one alive and under arrest. The arguments begin. The ones that insist military-grade weaponry belong with the military versus the ones screaming, “Don’t touch my guns!” A President of the United States that tweets “It’s the…

  • Hope out of Hiroshima

    What is it like to look up from the shadowed outlines burned into the walls? Where can one go to see through the black rain? How can all of the tears be dried when the shattered ruins of murdered cities lay all around? Only one people have answered that question. They rose. Yes, with the…

  • A Personal History of Moving: a #writephoto #haibun

    Dad wants to cut the Tappan Zee bridge out of his commute. He finds the perfect ranch-style house for us in Rockland County–same side of the Hudson as his restaurant. I don’t want to leave all my friends behind. And while Dad packs up all of our belongings into boxes, Mom drinks. sunset the last…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 12: August 5, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    Our self-guided Wike begins with soggy sneakers. Our path emerges from wet, high grasses near the driveway to Mountain Laurels. We find a path to Notchville Park and take the loop down to the Reservoir. Turning back and ascending the steep hill, we reach Morse Mountain Lodge. There, our way continues up Wire Road, named…

  • Sunrise: a #quadrille #haibun for #dversepoets

    They stand, kneel, twirl suspended in the air on ascending trapezes. All while a golden sphere glittering in golden spotlights rises. The music plays on. The dance continues–on an above the ground. “Here comes the sun…” Cirque de Solei’s Beatles Love “shines on” for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille 83 and 8th Anniversary The pub celebrates 8…

  • A Corridor Evermore: a #writephoto #haibun (for #dVersePoets and #PoetsUnited, too)

    Door upon door upon door. An unceasing progression to everywhere, and nowhere. And yet each glimpse off the everlasting corridor reveals a moment… Flash! I am eight or nine. The maple and elm tower over the dirt trail that leads from the playground in Douglas Park. Dappled light though the canopy illuminates patches of the…

  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 9: August 2, 2014, Part I (my latest #ImageCurve #haibun)

    We drive into Jeffersonville for breakfast. The Mix Café and Bakery had a cozy, quaint décor. But the menu on a chalkboard carried limited—and pricey—breakfast entrees. We return to 58 Main, our perennial favorite. Packed house— a woman with a tattooed arm serves herself coffee Shelburne Museum. 45 acres of artistic landscapes, gardens, galleries, and…

  • An Epiphanal Invitation: A #TankaProse

    summer heat sapping all of my fresh intimate designs the film of sweat lingers on the back of my neck Another summer vacation dawns. I begin the first evening of it in solitude. Frank plays for his high school’s graduation, which he, himself, will partake into years. Mira attends a Chi Gong class. I savor…