Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • Arboreal Awakening: A #ThrowbackThursday (5/17/18) .@ImageCurve #haibun

    BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 22ND FEBRUARY 2018 The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too. We will enjoy another warm season with these old friends. tiniest blossoms bowing its lowest branches…

  • Essential

    ALFRED PASIEKA/SCIENCE PHOTO LIBRARY/GETTY IMAGES   “In the beginning was the word…”   Logos. The essence of consciousness, the embodied will of creative Love, from which the universe began with a Big Bang. An utterance of voice so tender and loving that potential gave birth to actual. A voice so awesomely heartbreaking, and heard now…

  • An Art of Unlearning: A #TankaTuesday (5/8/18) #TankaProse

    Photo by Thought Catalog on Unsplash   a starlit sky residing in fantasy at my peril I let go of my cravings to embrace this passing wind   I learn to unlearn each day. Unlearn the paralyzing fear of others’ judgement. Unlearn the urge to rail against every inconvenience I encounter. Unlearn the way I bend under the…

  • Our Esoteric Toil: A #quadrille #haibun

      She gathers dandelions for a new herbal tea. While I muddle words, photographs, and impressions to craft an epiphany among the ephemora.   The last robins and chicadees could care less. Their evening song carries on.   a clouded sunset among the dogwood bloom a woodpecker     for dVerse Poets Quadrille #56– Muddle,…

  • #ThrowdownThursday (5/3/18): Dryness… my latest #Haibun on .@ImageCurve

    Dust falls through my fingers. I reach down and grab another handful. Sage and withered birch are all that break up the ashen plain. There should be light, but too many thunderclouds blot out the sun. another rumble not a drop falls from the midnight black sky first published in Image Curve, May 3, 2018…

  • #Tanka Tuesday (for a #WaybackWednesday) 5/2/18: Witness a Wild Thing

     [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons   The Wild has always called me. Out of the depths of a child’s imagination came marching a parade of derivative characters. Then the moments of rapt attention: a tricyle turned upside down:   I turned over my rusty red tricycle in the mud room. Then I spun the wheels.…

  • Take a walk

      Mira and I walk at Kakiat Park. The rain-swollen Mahwah River cascades under the bridge. It foams the rocky bank where a lone fisherman fishes. We turn onto the blue trail toward the tributary feeding the river. Or is it the river? The cold ground doesn’t mud our shoes like last time. We’re not…

  • Gather Foolish Minds: A #Quadrille #haibun

      Gather, foolish minds! Never mind the fool saying, “Mind over matter. I don’t mind, so you don’t matter.”   Gather, you poets! Enscribe in fresh language that madness we call wisdom.   So gathered, we foolish minds shame the wise!     fired feast our dionesian wine awaits     for dVerse Poets Quadrille…