Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • A Crushing Encounter

    As if there were any other way, and yet, there is not… His quickness to turn over the keys, that telltale odor on his breath; his tongue in a flutter of release, conversing with an overtone of death. How his face locks up like struck flintlock or cringes up as he lets loose more tears.…

  • Yet Another List

    Oh, yes: humanity definitely needs another list of the best Star Wars films. But what would be the point? Another squabble over the inadequacy of the sequels? More diatribes over how Disney kills the famous Intellectual property? And where would the various animation and live-action TV shows fall on such a list? Could an adequate…

  • Absurd depositions

    Sometimes, you just have to say it: A laugh about fighting in shadeand then an unholy shout.Assured to leave death delayed,a laugh about fighting in shade.No reason to put on a pout:how would that even persuadeA laugh about fighting in shadeand then an unholy shout? Other times, you just shouldn’t. daylightthe first green grasson the…

  • Contracting Impressions

    Constellations, bearing light hundreds, to thousands of years old to our eyes. Light, older still, from stars beyond our capacity for observation, streaking across the void. An expanding edge, beyond which defies imagination, stretching further and further from the 13.4 billion-lightyears away center of it all. Imagine the entire universe is one cell of one…

  • Foolish Notions: a #tankaprose (4/1/23)

    4/1/23: April musings A submission due, and yet an unmet requirement remains. A text asking for an ETA is left unanswered. An overcast sky, promising a persistent drizzle, transforms into a cloudless one. Why must these contradictions of common sense fester on this first of April? what elsecan one expect fromApril Fool’s daya clawless cat…

  • Unrelenting

    An assignment. Then two, then many: The “to do” list grows, a field of weeds in bloom. The hours available to meet such responsibilities dwindle before their demand. I plunge foward through the maelstrom, only to be born away. The refrain of a familiar Billy Joel song ever playing in my head… crysalis the striving…

  • A Regent Experience

    The path from my flat on Wigmore Place to Regents College passes through Regents Park. Green lawns, well-manucured lawns, gurgling fountains, even a small wooded glen: there is usually so little time to enjoy it all. Until one day, after classes, I make time. A diverging walk from my well-trodden way to and from the…

  • Momentary Mindfulness

    The tenital hum in my ears, and the electric drone behind the walls. The ignited engine of a postal truck, and the first notes of a sparrow’s song. And the rain-soaked ground where they predicted snow would fall. The warmth in my gut, and the flow of vibration down my spine. The cooling along my…