Tag: haibun
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Solsticing
From a certain point of view: days lengthen, and temperatures rise. Yang rises over Yin. He roars in pleasure at the climax of their ecstasy. Fecund fields soon fill with bounty, and verdancy abounds. Yin, so small beneath him, utters a sigh of simple delight, her shortest night soon over. From a certain point of…
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Father’s Day morning, ’24
An early morning awakening after the Aquila’s Nests Vineyard/179 Main/”Unforgettable Fire” experience. The aroma of bacon accompanies pancakes. Exchanges of cars with the bride and son. A call. Another Father’s Day. Without you. clear sky a breeze tussles cherry tree leaves
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Those Feet
…that carried me up three of the 47 Adirondack peaks near Lake Placid. Or across the multiple legs of the Appalachian Trail. Or simply along the New Rochelle sidewalks, and the paths around Five Islands Park. …that I take for granted each morning I step out of bed, or up from the meditation cushion, or…
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“I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”
Sandpaper sensations ripple under and across my skin, along my triceps and thighs. The dull ache radiating out of the elbows, knees, metacarcals and the toes doesn’t stop. Even the departure of the day’s rain has not helped. Ride the Dragon. My throat catches as I imagine her. My shoulders and neck tense up. I…
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Agony/Ecstasy
Imagine a tumultuous storm. Hurricane force winds and tsunami-esque storm surges riled to existentially murderous proportions. Coastlines disintegrated in seconds, with receding sand the only sign of once-vibrant communities. A devastation so widespread that a nation of child-crying is but another utterance of desolation. whirlwind this fury within Imagine a refreshing breeze. Fluttering leaves beside…
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PSA: Respite and Return
A week passes. I know, I know. No word. No warning. No words forthcoming. The truth is I dragged. Work, life, and circumstances pressed in for their due. I needed breath and time. Thus, the respite. now, stirrings of inspiration return. & practice needs continuation. Thus, the return. stirring leaves a neighbor puts out the…
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Such Transience
The Cherry Blossoms that so delighted us rained down on the grass below. As more green foliage grew in, more blossoms fell to join the fallen. Only two weeks after peak bloom, not a blossom remains. Almost 28 years ago, A 23-year-old me stepped into his first classroom as a teaching assistant in a suburban…
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Old Friend
We met at St. Augustine’s School in the last days of fourth grade. You became my best friend during a time when I had none. We carried each other through our middle school years. Sure, we hit our road bumps through high school, hanging with different cliques. But we managed to hang together through college,…
Frank J. Tassone 