Tag: haibun
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A Novel Thanksgiving
This year of change continues. Having sold our home of nineteen years, we announced to the family that we’re not celebrating Thanksgiving this year. While our 1500 square-foot apartment is spacious enough, it’s not structurally accomodating for hosting the thirty or so we expect for the holiday. Our niece, who lives ten minutes drive across…
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To Life: “the Rescue”
I ache from the blaster volley. The Beskar held. More importantly, the kid is alright. We watch the figure in black together. He slices through dark trooper after dark trooper with a cold precision I’ve never seen. His emerald laser sword deflects blaster bolts with ease, and cuts through armor like it’s not even there.…
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“It’s beginning to look…”
The Hacienda calls for a different variety. Can’t haul a Frasier up the steps without a cascade of needles for the Landlord to complain about. & the sauna-adjacent heat would dry such a tree out before Christmas. Clearly, an artificial is in order. Mira always wanted one that looked frosted. When she found it, she…
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Incendiary Transcendence
Avocado How that hard, green vegetable forms the mushy medium of a dip so iconic. mashed up to its consistency in the first month with sleet a dour chill running through this November air Jalapeño Such a fierce and fiery red pepper to “kick it up a notch…” Diced up and poured out like a…
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La Notte Scorsa
I dance with the blushing bride at the corner of the backyard. The Sturgeon Moon shines through the gap between old pines and gnarly maples. It’s our last night at our old house. The movers come tomorrow. savoring the luminescence our shadows It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and pubtender De Jacksons serves up Moon!…
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Armistice
Michael looked over the battlefield. A muddy plain littered with corpses. The Somme still glinted red in the morning sun. So many souls to accompany to their personal parousias. A figure in black approached. The archangel sighed. War had chosen to embody the Morrigan again. She stopped two paces ahead of him. Her ravens circled…
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Eleventh Day, Eleventh Month, Twenty-twenty-three
Today, 2023. The Cherry tree outside our sun room has golden leaves, at last. Fitting for it’s position, basking in the morning sun. Across the street, a well-manicured young elm trembles in a passing breeze. Scattered leaves flutter to the sidewalk. Saint Martin of Tours day, 2023. The Roman Patrician, a calvary officer that chose…
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To Experience the Dawn of Taoing
To emerge from the mists of time in ancient China. To stand by the Western gates, as the guard states down Laoxi himself. To watch the old master follow him into the gatehouse. To place my hands over a brazier warming the drafty abode, as the former Imperial Librarian seats himself at a desk. To…
Frank J. Tassone 