Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • Masters Dual: an #AmericanSentence #haibun

    You play a dangerous game, coming to my playground, while a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. You are not the most or least dangerous enemy I’ve faced. You are simply the latest. Think again. Do you not see the luscious violence that consumes these streets? Arbiters of order yield…

  • #Haikai Challenge #148 (7/18/20): summer meadow (natsuno) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Enduring the heat, haijin? I hope so! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Li/Lisa2. Eugenia3. Christine Bialczak4. Pat5. s.s.6. Dave Madden 7. Jane Dougherty8. Janice9. Jules10. Petru Viljoen11. Xenia Tran12. Tessa Dean 13. Peter14. Kerfe Roig15. Revived Writer16. Linda Lee Lyberg17. Christine Bolton18. Li/Lisa (2) Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Ultreya!…

  • A Palisades Park Hike: a #tanka-prose

    Stateline Lookout, in Palisades Interstate Park. An old state road runs along the top of the Palisades overlooking the western shore of the Hudson River. Five-hundred feet above the water, the views extend from the new Tappan Zee bridge to the edge of the Bronx. Our two-mile loop hike–following a trail down the cliffs to…

  • “Who Am I?” -a #haibun

    I am Chuang Chou dreaming he is a butterfly. I am the butterfly dreaming he is Chuang Chou. I am the dream of Chuang Chou and butterfly being each other. I am the complement between them. I am the Way you can’t go, the Name you can’t say. I am the unnamed origin of Heaven…

  • “Meet the Teachers”: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    We sit in G’s new room. H. grades papers. Ilana checks her messages. D has his iPad open. Judy arrives with a handful of parents. She presents; one asks a question. Then another. Soon after, they leave for another “workshop.” H. resumes grading. I work on an IEP. D and Anthony, who arrived with the…

  • Hail Mary: A #Tanka-Prose

    A “yes” in answer to a divine calling. A sword piercing her heart ever after. A heart in which she pondered all she experienced. A heart that breaks as she holds the corpse of her crucified son. A heart immaculate after a rolled-away stone. A heart enthroned after an ultimate divine summons. “Blessed are you…

  • This Filial Contemplation: a #haibun

    My son squats atop the rocky outcrop in Kakiat park. He gazes toward the distant New York City skyline. Even after ten years, he maintains a comfortable “frog” posture that his second-grade teacher warned us about. He says nothing. I hold my tongue in deference. I remember those moments when I, too, savored silence. As…

  • Meditation in Blue: a #Quadrille #Gembun #sequence

    Blues riff on a cocktail napkin a single tear They want my blue eyes. If they only knew … clear sky rustling leaves summer wind The talk of a coming “Blue Tsunami…” As if. all the calm of the ocean politics Traveling these blue ways … for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #107 – Blue Monday (pubtended by…