Tag: haibun
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A Winter’s Dance
I fall to one knee. The omnipresent snow saturates my jeans in moments. It keeps falling. I pant. The bitter cold seeps in anyway. Snow dragon smiles. Scarlet-haired, a red line across his pale face, he savors a quick victory. His front stance lightens. Bravado. A mistake. “Why not embrace the inevitable, Golden Dragon?” He…
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Muted Mourning
We never met, but spoke only a few times on the phone. Three gifts you sent me: a headshot photo of you from your theater days, a volume of Billy Collins poetry, another I’ve forgotten. How I discovered you passed an inadvertant admission via email my throat clenching on what might-have-been Oh, but do I…
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A Heartbreaking Homecoming
“I shall take rememberings by dismemberings” the Commandante kindly said “and keep them for you” as he dragged my loves through white snow…” Anderson, H. (2010). “Maybe You Can Come Home“. In The plenitude of emptiness (pp. 56). haibun, Darlington Richards. The moon pierces through the clouds, bathing the snow in a pale luminescence. I…
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Luciferian Conceit
We were princes before the fall. The heights of glory were ours to behold. The splendor of the real, vibrant in a sublime light so radiant it cannot be seen with ordinary eyes. All before the fall… time to tempt humanity toward its own We’re taking the fall over at dVerse for this week’s Quadrille…
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Dad Difficulties
Dad was too much like Adelia for Mira. It was inevitable that those two lions would eventually clash. He was a man that always thought he was right. Lived in terror at the thought he was wrong, actually. Just like my sister-in-law, with whom Mira once lived as a dependent, once upon a time. Being…
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Simple Intimacies
Even 23+ years later, the joy of waking up in each other’s arms, my love. Whatever heights and depths we experience this side of the veil, may we have that. May we have that for as long as we can. even in this summer-like heat Autumn wind
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Dinner Party Aftermath
The quiet of backfiring mufflers, droning Interstate traffic, and resurgent crickets. All after the company leaves. A still night, with light pollution blotting out the stars. All after a long week’s work. Autumn chill after a return of summer heat echoes of pitter-patter from our great niecces
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Unexpected Inconveniences
The email from my co-teacher came at 1:30. A writing assignment for our 11th grade ELA class, with a request for scaffolded organizers. An email I didn’t read until just before my 1:57 class. what are the odds? another last minute request It’s 2:40, and instead of going home, I’m crafting organizers. Simple enough to…
Frank J. Tassone 