Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • My New York: A City Love Affair

      I could write about the first time I saw New York City. How the skyline of Manhattan drew the wows only a child utters at their sight. How the Circle line showed me the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Tower, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center–all in their lit glory.   I…

  • Waiting on a Butterfly’s Wings

      Waiting for a Butterfly’s wings to return Spring.   For if their beats can call forth Tsunami’s, surely they can put a zip in the warm season’s step?   Beat on, petite monarch, beat on     a sparrow’s last chirp forecasted snow flurries a week into spring   for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #54:…

  • The Death Knell of Columbus

      The women wear suits. We file into the auditorium for our December Professional Development. Our Principal, Lisa, stands at the front. “Our agenda has changed. Please let me introduce our superintendent…” I shudder. Superintendents never come to schools anymore. Except to deliver bad news. The petite Latina woman with the hint of middle-age weight…

  • A Complementary Conversation

      I am the lost one. You venture across your own ways, while I stumble in the dark. How will I know where to walk if you leave me alone? You have always left me alone. Here I am, crying dry tears and screaming in silence. Where are you? Why do you abandon me?  …

  • #Haikai Challenge #28 (4/7/18): first [cherry] blossoms (hatsu hana)…#haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

      The Spring and Winter continue to dual in the Northeastern United States, haijin! Snow fell Thursday morning and melted away by Thursday afternoon. Nevertheless, the cold fights a rearguard action against the march of warmth.   Congratulations to last week’s contributors:   Haikai Challenge Participants  1. Jane Dougherty 2. Jules 3. Xenia Tran 4.…

  • A Vernal bow

      The first daffodil of the season bows its blossom like a subject before her sovereign.   sunlight through clouds how long until cherry blossoms   For Carpe Diem #1402 Daffodils (one-bun)          

  • Song of Boudica

      Why, Romans? You came to my home while my husband burned and declared yourselves my master. When I dared to disagree, you flogged me in my own courtyard and raped my daughters. Why?   I ask you, instead: why do you dare to ask?   tears that will not dry a murder of crows…

  • #Freestyle Friday (4/6/18): a little “Tai Chi Practice” courtesy of .@ImageCurve

    Tai Chi Practice     “White Crane Spreads its Wings” Sunlight rippling off the Ramapo River Deep breath in. During commencement, I raise soft, rounded arms. They ascend, roll and descend. Deep breath out. As I pivot and “roll the ball.” Empty, fill. Breathe in, breathe out. Brush knee left. Then the rest of the…