Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • 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…

  • A Walk at Nyack Beach: An .@ImageCurve #haibun

    The Hudson surges against the black boulders of the Nyack Beach shoreline. A woosh of water on stone is a chant in rhythm to the river’s tide. Frankie bikes around a bend in the dirt-and-granular track. We follow on foot, content to be left behind for a time. Hook MountainCasts a wide shadowWind caressing waves…

  • A Commemorative Conflict: a #haibun for #dversepoets

    Their grave rests in Maryrest Cemetary. I haven’t visited in a while–never mind how long. Why do I need to see their stone to remember them? All I have to do is mow the lawn, and Dad offers me his unsolicited advise on where to plant peach trees. All I need to do is sit…

  • A Pubtending Premier Alert! #dversepoets #haibun #feature

    I’m honored to premier my inaugural post, Haibun Monday: Memorial, today over at dVerse Poets Pub! The pub opens in less than two hours, at 3PM EST. Come join us! Hope to see you there! Memorial lain for the fallen a new wreath

  • A Quart-milk Container Bird Enthusiast

    It is a pretty bird. An Arts and Crafts instructor at Woodland camp showed us how to make them out of quart-milk containers. She dips papier mache wrapping into different colored dyes to make the foliage. Then she wraps the papier mache around the container. She walks around the paint-splattered tables in the cavernous, beige-painted…

  • Water’s Canticle

    Do you wonder about me? How I nourish life in one hand and strip it away with the other? How I descend to the lowest places even the most bodhivassatic of you fail to go? How I ascend to the heights that once only the gods dwelt? How do I do it? I yield, and…

  • The Vanity of Our Theorizing

    I read Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I shuddered when Phaedrus articulated his theory of “quality,” only to experience a breakdown when he realizes that he simply rediscovered Laoxi’s insight–codified in the Tao Te Ching some 500 years before the birth of Christ: The way you can go isn’t the real…

  • Get Up: a #Quadrille #Haibun

    Yes, I’ve fallen. But I can get up. A thousand, thousand times I’ve kissed the ground. A thousand, thousand and one I’ve kissed the sky. I’m only a breath away from rising again. all of the years since “Eye of the tiger” cloud-piercing sun for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #79 (pubtended by De Jackson, where she…