Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • Holiday Epilogue (Redux): an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Oil cracks on the frying pan in the kitchen. Dice in a boggle bubble rattle. I just can’t stopplays on the black-and-blue mini radio Frankie got for Christmas. Aroma of frying breadcrumbs permeates the living room. Anticipation and dread for tomorrow slowly strangle me. It’s that time. January night— Preparing the last rich meal Of the…

  • Hypothetical Enigmas

    A single leaf flutters across the neighbor’s yard. I see it through the reflection in the mirror facing me–the one that reveals the view through the bay window of my office. The breeze that set that leaf fluttering ceases. All is calm, but not bright as the dimming light yields to the growing afternoon shadows…

  • Passing (Redux)

    My father died of Pancreatic cancer on December 14, 2011. I first published this haibun in Image Curve, on December 18, 2014. The mid-afternoon sun rests along the top of the Ramapo Mountains. The patio shines in a brilliance unobstructed by leafless maple trees. Mira and I sit at the table, taking a rest from…

  • Covert Essentials: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (12/4/18)

      Wind-tossed hair. Light rippling across turf-pounding crests. The roar of sea slapping land. The whirl of wind peeling around a bluff jutting into a foamy sea. The intimacy of losing every sense of separation from creation, amidst the battering elements that intoxicate every sense. The stillness inherent in the movement of wind and water.…

  • Cheering Down the Darkness: a #Quadrille #haibun

      So little to celebrate. Raging wildfires. Persecuted refugees. Genocidal shootings.  A hate-frothing darkness threatens to swallow all. For what can we cheer?   That light shines in the darkness. That Love drives out hate. That we can.   Holy Days another lit candle piercing the gloom       for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #70: Poems…

  • November 11, 2012: a #TBT .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    We make it to the Veteran’s Day concert at West Point. The storied USMA band plays melodies dating back to “Chester”, the most popular drum and piper tune during the Revolutionary War. The music charms, the slideshow entertains, but where are the Jazz Knights? Then I hear Big Band music from the World War II…

  • Phoenix Song: a #TankaTuesday (11/27/18) #TankaProse

       Long past time to put this chill in the past gather the pyre ignite the consuming blaze that restores the life taken    The first crackles of flame yield a tendril of smoke. The fire grows, feasting on the dry kindling and tinder wound through dry wood. It won’t take long.   I hear…

  • Awaiting the Doctor: An .@ImageCurve #haibun

        Conversations carry on outside the grain-laminate door. Papers rustle. A phone rings with a staccato four-beat tone in the key of “E”. Lights hum. I sit in the last examination room on the left. A middle-aged Filipina in sky-blue scrubs measures my blood pressure. Her eyes widen. “Let me take it on your…