Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • Aqua: A Natural History

    By Arturo Mann (User:Feralaas) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons   I was born from the remnants of stars. The hydrogen that fuels their fires twice forms me, along with the oxygen through which all energy finds release. So abundantly have I grown from that first molecule that I cover two-thirds of the earth. And I…

  • 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,…

  • #Haikai Challenge #32 (5/5/18): twittering (saezuri,) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Photo by Ryk Naves on Unsplash   Happy Cinco De Mayo, haijin! And congratulations to those of you that completed thirty poems in thirty days for April!   We entered May with a flurry of prompts, and you offered a diversity of responses. Our hat’s off to this week’s contributors:   Haikai Challenge Participants  1. Jane Dougherty 2.…

  • The Untold Tale of a Staircase: a #writephoto #haibun

      Who would descend such a staircase? A Quincenara introduced to high society? A bride approaching her groom? Or an matronly host of an elite inn catering only to the jet-setting crowd? Morning light bathes the steps through east-facing windows, and a breeze rustles the translucent curtains. So just what occasion would occur on such…

  • #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.…

  • Vive La Geekdom!

      The Friday night audience at the Lafayette filled the one-screen, National Historic Landmark theater nearly to capacity! We cheered when the curtain opened. We applauded when our favorite Avengers arrived on-screen. We laughed at every gagline, gasped at every surprise, and cried in shock and disbelief as some of our favorites… (sniff! sniff!)…  …