Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • This Deep Breath

    Another summer, gone in the blink of an eye. Another September, whose arrival signals the beginning of the next school year. The red rocks of Sedona have become the fleeting images of memory and the still photos in the cloud. The hoodoos of Bryce, the overarching granite of Zion and Yosemite, the ever-present San Franscisco…

  • #Haikai Challenge 102 (8/31/19): Autumn contemplation (shuushi) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Enough rain for you, haijin? Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Dwight L. Roth2. Jane Dougherty3. Reena Saxena4. Jane Dougherty 5. Zael Sealing6. Janice7. Xenia Tran8. Deborah 9. Jules10. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. And a special congratulations to our stargazing contributors from the week before: Haikai Challenge Participants…

  • #Haikai Challenge #101 (8/24/19): autumn rain (aki no ame) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    I hope you enjoyed the River of Heaven, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: (I will post two weeks worth of contributors next week.) Ultreya! The first storm came Thursday afternoon. Frank and I barely cleared the deck, our laptops in hand, before the deluge. The next one came later that evening, as we attended…

  • PSA (8/23/19): Another Vacation

    We travel to San Franscisco, shortly. Expect light blogging–and (hopefully) travel notes (with photos) for our trip. The #Haikai Challenge will post at 12 Noon tomorrow. Otherwise, expect me when you see me! Golden Gate Hoping for epiphanies at Yosemite

  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 16: August 9, 2014 (My Latest .@ImageCurve #Haibun)

    I awake at five. Toss and turn until seven. Then give up and center on the deck for the last time at Smuggs this season. Birdsongs, so different and yet similar, to home; the hum of AC units: they fill the air. The sky brightens, though it’s still quite cool. We’ll soon depart. I feel…

  • A Commune of Castaways? (a #kyokaprose #haibun)

    I can already hear Sting singing the refrain. But what if this is the first of a hundred-million bottled messages? Perhaps the inter-connectivity social media platforms promised us has only further isolated us? Maybe we are all “castaways, looking for a home.” Will I open the bottle? Or do I leave it in the sand?…

  • Enshadowed Illumination: A #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun

    You weren’t supposed to know. Our adoptive parents received a business letter with a mistake, one that costs lawyers their livelihoods: my name “Jamie.” We shared one life from that moment: you, ever in the clear light of day; I, always in the shadows. Your life was my could-have-been. You, with your second-birth-certificate name, usurped…

  • The Journey: a #writephoto #haibun

    “Will I live to see my journey’s end?” –Metal Church, “Badlands” I have ascended the grassy knolls of gentle country hills. I have scambled up the rocks and slopes of jagged mountains. I have meandered wooded paths across roaring brooks and dried-out creekbeds. I have endured the blistering sun and the bone-chilling rain. I have…