Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • #Haikai Challenge #100 (8/17/19): Milky Way (amanogawa). Lit. ‘River of Heaven’ #Haiku #Senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Hope you enjoyed your moon-gazing, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jules2. Reena Saxena3. Dwight L. Roth4. Suzanne 5. Jane Dougherty6. Linda Lee Lyberg7. Xenia Tran8. Tessa 9. Janice10. Kerfe Roig11. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Onward! Mid-August in New York already feels like Fall–when the last summer…

  • The Sorrow before Surrender: a #TankaProse

    8/16/19: making peace from war The thunderous echoes of weapons of war. The sirens, the shattered apartments and hospitals. The survivors, buried with the dead, under rubble. The legions of dead and injured among the combatants. The even greater casualties among the civilians. Is it exhaustion that unclenches the fists of those in war? The…

  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 15: August 8, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    The trail is a mix of gravel and dirt. Pine seedlings, high grass and ferns flank it on both sides. Morse mountain starts more evenly than Madonna. Until we come to the first rise. Then the trail just keeps on ascending. mist on Madonna breathing hard around another bend Mira recognizes the summit. Top of…

  • #Haikai Challenge #99 (8/10/19): Sturgeon Moon #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Had enough of the katydids’ songs, haijin? Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jane Dougherty2. Dwight L. Roth 3. Jules4. Whimsy Mimsy 5. Linda Lee Lyberg6. Tessa Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: August 15th marks the arrival of the full moon. This moon traditionally goes by the name Sturgeon…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 14, August 7, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    Gray cloudsclinging under the deck raila string of raindropswhat better morningfor intimacy? Awake at two in the morning. Restless in bed until after five. Awake again, this time by Frank, at nine. Soon, listening to crow caws, sparrow and blue jay songs, the rustle of leaves in the wind, clanking pots, and Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”…

  • Obscure perils: a #haibun

    A safehouse of sorts, although why I need one remains unclear. Nor why I need help I don’t get to play some video game. Then more instructions: “You’ve got to do this…” and “Don’t do that…” It’s like I’m being prepped for some mission. Only the parameters aren’t clear. I have the sensation that some…

  • A Moment of Mindful Movement: a #tankaprose

    Bloodshed in three states in a week. Over twenty-nine dead in two cities within twenty-four hours. Three mass-shooters: only one alive and under arrest. The arguments begin. The ones that insist military-grade weaponry belong with the military versus the ones screaming, “Don’t touch my guns!” A President of the United States that tweets “It’s the…

  • Hope out of Hiroshima

    What is it like to look up from the shadowed outlines burned into the walls? Where can one go to see through the black rain? How can all of the tears be dried when the shattered ruins of murdered cities lay all around? Only one people have answered that question. They rose. Yes, with the…