Tag: haibun
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The First Summer Heatwave
The sun blazed across a sky with few clouds. Searing heat cooked me to a toasty medium well just on my walk from the front door to the car. Heat shimmers rose from the asphalt. But inside the Columbus Educational campus, many valiant air conditioners drone on in their noble struggle to maintain a comfortable…
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A Memory of Them
The Cherry blossoms passed so quickly. Now, the greenery of Cherry, Maple, Oak, and locus envelop the neighborhood. An unusual chill pervades the air on this last full weekend of May. Murmers of the ones I lost bubble up with every leaf rippling in the breeze. Granny and Poppy, Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Butchy and…
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Performance Alert!
Never too late to support a good cause. I am performing a 15-minute set of #haiku, #haibun, and #senryu at the Empty Hand Zen Center today, beginning at 3PM. If you’re local, come on out! It’s $22–payable online. If you can’t make it, please consider donating. clearing skies always a good day for #haikai
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Musical Nostalgia
Asia’s original Album. Heat of the Moment. Only Time Will Tell. Without You. Playing in my walkman on the road, and my boom box at home. 5th grade. My introduction to modern Rock n Roll. young blood the enthusiasm for progressive Rock The tracks playing again in Pogoville, the Camp Marist cabin for the oldest…
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A #Na/GloPoWriMo2025 Reprise of “Duel of the Masters: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun”
The questions of how to begin and what to think are matters for one’s own heart to resolve. Of oneself, for oneself – you must be your own teacher. Sen No Rikyu An ever-twilight, midsummer wood, save for the towering, lakeside Pines and the Cherry blossoms. A meadow in the midst of this floral menagerie,…
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A farewell to Pretty in Pink
Hello, new friend. I did not know you long. Not like my beloved Maple Tree, whose shade protected my deck during the searing summer months. Technically, you’re not even my tree, as you stand on my neighbor’s front yard. But your luscious cherry blossoms brightened these last two Springs. Sure, you bloomed late this year,…
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An Encore: Going Somewhere? A #sonnet #haibun
An encore of a haibun sonnet from 2018… gray sky an aching lull in creativity The woosh of passing wind as I move on, the bam!bam!bam! of hammers fall away. These wheels that crunch on gravel just beyond, a highway exit ramp to the blue way, where life slows down with every town I…
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A Welcome Renewal
A sigh of exhaustion. A sore back. And yet, with one deep inhale, an arising calm and nourishing recovery of strength. Enough to smile at a recollection of Cherry blossoms, and a memory of morning birdsongs. sunrise the avian chorus on full display
Frank J. Tassone 