Tag: haibun
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Hiemsian Signs: A #writephoto #haibun
Can you bear the signs of winter?
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Autumnal Echoes: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (10/23/18)
What echoes in Autumn do you hear?
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An Encore (10/23/18) of Triune Journeys: a #writephoto #haibun
Do you dare the journey?
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#Publication Alert! Poets United: POEMS OF THE WEEK: MEN’S VOICES: HANK, FRANK AND LEE SAN
Pleased to appear in Poets United’s Poems of the Week: Men’s Voices. Thank you, Sherry! Congratulations, Lee and Hank! It’s time to listen to the voices of some of the men in our community, fellow poets, so today we have poems by Hank Kaykuala, who writes at Rainbow, Frank J. Tassone, who blogs at American…
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#Haikai Challenge #56 (10/20/18): Hunter’s Moon (nochi no tsuki) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
photo from Universe Today Scared a few crows hanging with the scarecrow, haijin? Congratulations, last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr 2. Helene Vaillant 3. Dwight L. Roth 4. Reena Saxena 5. Jules @ Strands 6. Janice 7. Revived Writer 8. Kerfe Roig Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets.…
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First Contact: A #TBT (10/18/18) #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
Lynn’s “a” looks like mine. I hesitate for a second, pray, then open the envelop. Inside lies a folded card with artwork from the Met. Her handwritten message—written right-side to left—begins by thanking me for my “kindness.” Next, she comments on my “enlightened parents” and the importance of “good nurturing.” Then she asks about my…
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Regret: A #TankaProse (10/17/18)
So much bounty that we always took for granted. Always wanting more, never enjoying what we had. Until we realized–too late–that time was the one scarcity that mattered. Now, our hall remains empty. Others take possession of what was ours. All that remains of us is the echo of our coveting. The “hungry…
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Arachne’s Song: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (10/16/18)
Call me Arachne. What? Do you not like what you see? Am I so unsightly, that you stand repulsed? It is as it should be, then, for those that contend with the Gods. Whether they win or not. I knew my weaving supreme on earth and in heaven. When Athene herself could not…
Frank J. Tassone 