Over at dVerse, Toni sings her swan song as a bartender, and she asks us to consider our plans for tonight’s Haibun Monday. While she will remain a patron of dVerse, she departs as a staff member, so she can pursue her writing and education goals. Best of […]
Fluidity on “My Favorite Things” First bars: da-da da, da da da: piano play. Steamer on an expresso machine superheats a caramel macchiato in the making. Or a cork on a bottle of California Burgundy pops open. Jazz-rhythm drums, catching the downbeat and bridging the intro, until the […]
A roar. My rear legs step back. But I’m half out of the brush. Curious. What approaches? A man. Seated on what makes the thunder. An “ATV,” I’ve heard humans say. Our eyes meet. I half-step back. He stares, but he comes no closer. I […]
Where is our root? On shifting fashions, like that house built on sand, awaiting the tumolt and inevitable ruin? Or on authentic sense, that citadel founded on rock, indifferent to buffeting winds and punishing waters? autumn rain a swollen brook eroding a well-worn rock […]
Morning Prayer BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 16TH NOVEMBER 2017 Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs folded on the zabuton. […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 