Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • A Traveler’s Wisdom: a #quatrain #haibun

    twilight above the horizon strawberry moon I come bearing counsel. Will you hear it? Aye, I’m a traveler, a stranger to you, and a woman, besides. No matter. You can have confidence in what I will tell you. Will you listen? aflight across the leagues, I see happenings near and far to guide your steps…

  • First Guitar, our Latest Decoration: a #quadrille #haibun for #dversepoets

    The ESP shines in the corner. When I first received that high school graduation present, I could not put it down. I routinely played Pentatonic scales, jazz fusion riffs and blues chord progressions in the basement. How many nights did I play Led Zepplin’s Black Dog or Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here?” How many…

  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 8: August 1, 2014 (a #TBT #haibun for #ImageCurve)

    Swollen masses of cumulus clouds swallow the sky above Mansfield. They spread like a glacier-paced avalanche. Behind them, patches of blue remain. Beyond that, the midday sun shines. We’ve already swum our laps and rested in two hot-tubs at Courtside. Now, we lounge in the shade, indulging in pineapple and literature, nearly indifferent to the…

  • Old World Market: a #TBT #haibun for #ImageCurve (5/18/17)

    An aroma of sharp cheddar and freshly baked bread. Wood rafters and paneling rise to a slanted ceiling. A Buddha on one wall, and other cultural icons spread around. We make our way past a salad bar, pastier and fresh-cut meats. $18.99 for veal rib and ground lamb are among the offerings. Arriving at the cheeses, we…

  • A Grief Reobserved: a #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun

    We found out that our friend and colleague, Terry Richmond, died while vacationing in the Dominican Republic. The news came right before we began the 2018-2019 school year. Shocked with grief, our school came together, organizing a memorial during the first week, and meeting his mother. Her steadfast faith and grace inspired us, even as…

  • Mourning Song: a #haibun

    The days between Dad’s death and his funeral passed with a frantic urgency. There Mom and I were, securing his plot, arranging his wake, purchasing his coffin. We held back the grief as we attended to the business of saying goodbye. I still needed to write his eulogy. Some time in the midst of all…

  • Dragon Declarations: a #quadrille #haibun

    Do you fear me? I come, bearing the storm! Delight with me in wind and water. Or despair of me in monsoon and typhoon. Force me back into the cave, if you dare. Or ride me! deepening twilight ascending and decending in this life for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #81 – Here there be {poem} dragons…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 7: July 31, 2014—the Hike (an .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    The shuttle bus pulls into a parking lot for the Long Trail somewhere out of Johnston. We stretch, introduce ourselves and set off. Pat sets a pace we weren’t used to. The forest closes in. Ascent follows ascent, each sapping a little more of our energy. Still, we carry on the usual small talk with…