Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • Gaean Karma: a #tankaprose

    Can you see their sad gaze yet? Can you hear them weep for you, even now? Smell the aroma of their unseasonal sap. See the darkened hue of their submerged trunks. Listen to the lapping of the water that consumes them. Watch the last flock of birds that will ever call them home migrate for…

  • Sequoian Soliloquy: a #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun

    What life do you imagine you have lived? I pierced the soil and first touched the sun when your ancestors laid the foundations of their castles in your “old country.” I basked in the sun for hundreds of your years before the conquistadors first saw me. Fire, drought, pestilence I endured; I even bear the…

  • #Haikai Challenge #104 (9/14/19): harvest moon (meigetsu) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Hope last week was enough wind for you, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jane Dougherty2. Dwight L. Roth3. Zael Sealing4. Tessa 5. Jules6. Linda Lee Lyberg7. Deborah8. Revived Writer 9. Janice10. Kerfe Roig Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: Today is the 2nd anniversary of the #Haikai Challenge!…

  • Another Insomnial Evening: my latest @ImageCurve #haibun

    We lie down at 11:00 in the evening. My feet, legs, elbows feel twisted and itchy. And the sheet feels like a burial shroud. A flood of thoughts and images arise, a torrent from nowhere. Meanwhile, the darkness presses in. But sleep doesn’t come with it. Not until after five, as the rising light of…

  • In Memoriam (9/11/19): an updated #haibun.

    I can almost forget. Almost, but never. The impact of the second plane. The plumes of black smoke. The bodies falling through the sunny sky. The rumble. The towers’ collapse. The enveloping white cloud filled with asbestos and powdery debris. Later, the candle memorials. The photograph collages of loved ones. The newscaster’s voice breaking up.…

  • Desperate Times: a #quadrille #haibun

    The commute begins. Cruising 65-70 miles-per-hour, I pass two exits. Then tail-lights appear. Stop-and-go traffic crawls. Pressure mounts. Cruising speed across the bridge. Then a parkway, with more bumper-to-bumper traffic. Pressure reaches critical. parking space making it to the bathroom in the nick of time for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #87 (pubtended by De Jackson). The…

  • #Haikai Challenge #103 (9/7/19): windstorm (nowaki) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Hope you savored your times of contemplation, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors! Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Dwight L. Roth2. Tessa3. Reena Saxena4. Jane Dougherty 5. Zael Sealing6. Linda Lee Lyberg7. Kerfe Roig8. Revived Writer 9. Janice10. Deborah Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Ultreya! Hurricane Dorian struck the Bahamas as a Category five hurricane.…

  • Contrasting Positions: My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    My steps up the blacktop walkway from the lower parking lot sound louder and louder. The off-white, windowed, one-story hallway ahead grows. My heart beats faster with each step. A knot in my throat, like an invisible hand choking me, tightens. By the time I reach the door, I have breathed so many short breaths…