Tag: haibun
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An Interstellar Jaunt?
I check the intrument panel again. Green across the board. The maiden voyage of the first trans-light, SpaceFold-drive starcraft, a lever-pull away. If it works, I’ll become the pioneer of intersteller flight. If it doesn’t… beckoning stars stretching out our hands to reach them We fold today at dVerse Poets Pub, for De Jackson’s Quadrille…
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Childhood Memories
Douglass Park, where we piled on a merry-go-round and spun round & round so fast that some of us fell off. And all of us saw the sky whirl round even standing still. The streets of Weber Park, my neighborhood in then North Tarrytown (now Sleepy Hollow), where we played tag, hung out in each…
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This Transition
Another dull roar from an overhead flight. Another drone from a passing car. An inky black of a night sky. An Autumn chill in the air. This is a near-mid-October night in New Rochelle. This is Westchester County urban living. & Five weeks after nineteen years in bucolic Montebello, this is now home. a little…
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Oh, Pasta Fazool!
The rich, tomatoey flavor. The hearty comfort of cannellini beans, diced pancetta, and grated parmesan cheese. The savory texture of ditalini mixed with those beans. The luscious “hmmmm” in every spoonful. Is there a more perfect cold-weather soup than Pasta Fazool? I experienced a culinary epiphany the first time I tasted the Neapolitan classic. It was…
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Lupus Similis Mei
You offer me the harvest bouquet you know I love. I savor their fragrance so much more deeply than you can possibly know. I glimpse the subtle sheen of your sweat. The pulse at your throat, twitching like a hare’s thumping foot, as your pale blue eyes meet mine. Do you truly love me as…
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Free-soaring Folly
How long will free-soarers ignore the fearful, trilling songs of unknown longing from their caged compatriots? How long will free-soarers fly on winds assured off the backs of their caged bretheren? How long before those free-soarers alight on a tree rooted in just soil, and find themselves permenantly perched, while their caged compatriots fly free?…
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PSA: An Accounting
Seven years ago, I launched “American Haijin.” I did so because, as my tagline says, haikai poetry matters. Of course, one can read that either as a verb or a noun. Either way, the intent is the same: sharing haikai poetry. That’s proven difficult during the past two years. I’ve struggled through one of the…
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A Novel Viewpoint
Billy Collins says that a poet’s job is to look out a window and write what one see’s. As I sit in the sun room of our new second-floor apartment, I appreciate his insight. The closest window overlooks the unique houses across the street. It offers a view of the towering oaks behind them. It…
Frank J. Tassone 