Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • #Haikai Challenge #98 (8/4/19): katydid (kirigirisu) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Enjoyed the serenading of cicadas, haijin? Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Dave Madden2. Tessa3. Dwight L. Roth4. Jane Dougherty 5. Reena Saxena6. Jules7. Linda Lee Lyberg8. Janice 9. Buddhad�sha 10. Revived Writer11. Linda Lee Lyberg (2) Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Ultreya! August is among us! No sooner than it…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 13, August 6, 2014 (My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    Madonna rises ahead. The ski lift passes out of sight. Mira and I walked hear all the way from Mountain Laurel 15 via the Meadowlark. Now I wonder what we were thinking. gravel on grass Summit enshrouded in gray clouds A maintenance worker sporting a wheel tattoo on his left forearm recommends a pathway. We…

  • Ephemeral Eternities: a #TankaProse

    How an aroma of a scarlet petal contains the rapture of joy. How a single prick of thorn holds the agony of pain. How fleeting, even when cared for. How enduring in memory, when gone. How Shakespeare denigrates it through Juliet’s “What’s in a name…” How Stephen King mystifies it as an icon of the…

  • #Haikai Challenge #96 (7/27/19): cicada (semi) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Warm enough for you, haijin! I know I am! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Tessa2. Jane Dougherty3. Jules4. Reena Saxena 5. Dave Madden6. The Dark Netizen7. Janice8. Xenia Tran 9. Linda Lee Lyberg10. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead It’s the last weekend of July. That means…

  • Late Afternoon Weeding: a #tankaprose

    Mira has the green thumb, not me. The cool of the late afternoon comes upon us at last. The humidity remains constant; that is the one thing we did not miss out west! Still, She decides it’s a better time to weed than during the prime heat of the day. She fills her pine basket…

  • A Personal History of Moving: a #writephoto #haibun

    Dad wants to cut the Tappan Zee bridge out of his commute. He finds the perfect ranch-style house for us in Rockland County–same side of the Hudson as his restaurant. I don’t want to leave all my friends behind. And while Dad packs up all of our belongings into boxes, Mom drinks. sunset the last…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 12: August 5, 2014 (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    Our self-guided Wike begins with soggy sneakers. Our path emerges from wet, high grasses near the driveway to Mountain Laurels. We find a path to Notchville Park and take the loop down to the Reservoir. Turning back and ascending the steep hill, we reach Morse Mountain Lodge. There, our way continues up Wire Road, named…

  • A Virgin’s sorrow: a #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun

    There are so many goodbyes. I watched the last rains of the monsoon emerse themselves in me. The clouds that bore them dispersed in whispers of seasonal wind. It will be a year before new ones return. Another family arrives. They galavant along my shores, take their photos, and then leave me, like all the…