Tag: haibun
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Flattening Curve Fantasy: a #TankaProse
This is what we strive for, now. The hope that daylight lies ahead of us. The hope that a flattening curve means life will return to normal. The hope that the worst of the COVID-19 pandemic is at an end. Some societies begin to reopen. Spaniards take to the streets to exercise, while Italians look…
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Grief-stricken: an .@ImageCurve #haibun
Mira cries. She opens her arms and holds them out toward me. I envelop her. Feel her chest heave with the staccato beat of a carpenter’s hammering. Listen to her muffled sobs. All I can do is hold her. Reassure her that she’s not alone as a lifetime’s grief swallows her. damp collargrasshopper songsfade in…
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Ascension Testament: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #ultimate #haibun
On the day of my ascension, gratitude! Thank you, mentors and teachers, friends and enemies, mountaintop and desert moments. Thank you, Immanuel, for walking the whole way with me. wind an eagle soars On the day of my ascension, praise! to you, red rocks of Sedona; Grand, Bryce and Zion Canyons; You, Animus, Susquahana and…
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#Publication Alert: a Premier in the Inaugural edition of Drifting Sands Haibun
I’m happy to announce that one of my Haibun, “The Renewal of an Apocalyptic Affair,” has been published in the first edition of the new Haibun Journal, Drifting Sands Haibun! Thank you, Richard Grahn and Cyndi Lloyd!
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Total Second-to-lasts: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #TankaProse
Graduation day precedes final report card pick-up. The “Last Dance” at Senior Prom precedes some final melody. A roll of thunder follows a lightening strike–before the last flash of the storm. A parry during a fencing match lands before the ultimate riposte. How these penultimates eclipse the end! dogs, fish, lizards, mice … that heartbreaking…
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Travel Reminiscence: On ASW ‘19 Travel Notes (7/17/19): a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
Shelter-in-place. Curtailed flights. Masked ambulations. “The New Normal” of “New York Pause,” and its sister terms in other states, confine us to save lives. It’s easy to stir against that confinement. But as the last songbirds vie for their territory with every note, I recall travels this past summer, and again feel free. sights and…
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Duel of the Masters: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
The questions of how to begin and what to think are matters for one’s own heart to resolve. Of oneself, for oneself – you must be your own teacher. Sen No Rikyu An ever-twilight, midsummer wood, save for the towering, lakeside Pines and the Cherry blossoms. A meadow in the midst of this floral menagerie,…
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Transformational Mindfulness: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
Breathing in the wind on the water. Breathing out the weariness from a weight of cares. Breathing in, wind on water. Breathing out, weariness. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe. passing rain suddenly, pink and white blossoms
Frank J. Tassone 