Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 9: August 2, 2014, Part I (my latest #ImageCurve #haibun)

    We drive into Jeffersonville for breakfast. The Mix Café and Bakery had a cozy, quaint décor. But the menu on a chalkboard carried limited—and pricey—breakfast entrees. We return to 58 Main, our perennial favorite. Packed house— a woman with a tattooed arm serves herself coffee Shelburne Museum. 45 acres of artistic landscapes, gardens, galleries, and…

  • An Epiphanal Invitation: A #TankaProse

    summer heat sapping all of my fresh intimate designs the film of sweat lingers on the back of my neck Another summer vacation dawns. I begin the first evening of it in solitude. Frank plays for his high school’s graduation, which he, himself, will partake into years. Mira attends a Chi Gong class. I savor…

  • #Haikai Challenge #91 (6/22/19) midsummer rain (samidare) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    I hope you savored the solstice, haijin! I know I did! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Reena Saxena2. Jane Dougherty3. Jules4. Dwight L. Roth 5. Linda Lee Lyberg6. Tessa7. Janice8. Xenia Tran 9. Revived Writer10. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr11. Frank J. Tassone Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: Summer…

  • Mountain Meditation: a #tankaprose

    Sit. Gaze upon me. Learn. I bear the storms that weather me blunt. I endure the searing sun the scours my surface clean. I stand. Strength in stillness: this you learn from me. Stop your petulant, random motion, so like a storm-tossed sea. Stand in your stillness. Feel your root. Then you’ll not sway at…

  • Adieu, ye Midsummer’s Day! (a #haibun)

    Daylight yields to darkness in the twilight. It’s nine o’clock in “New York’s backyard,” but still some light remains. Even if it dwindles. The first–and longest–day of summer thus makes way for the first–and shortest–night of this season. Already the temperature drops, as though Autumn can’t wait to upstage the sunny season to come. as…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 8, August 1, 2014, part II (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    I watch Mira exit the Pipe Slide at the North Hill Aquatic Center. She flounders in the exit pool, her arms and legs thrashing as her head bobs up and down. My heart skips a beat when a lifeguard stands up, but she recovers. After I slide down, she tells me, “It happens so fast.…

  • A Traveler’s Wisdom: a #quatrain #haibun

    twilight above the horizon strawberry moon I come bearing counsel. Will you hear it? Aye, I’m a traveler, a stranger to you, and a woman, besides. No matter. You can have confidence in what I will tell you. Will you listen? aflight across the leagues, I see happenings near and far to guide your steps…

  • First Guitar, our Latest Decoration: a #quadrille #haibun for #dversepoets

    The ESP shines in the corner. When I first received that high school graduation present, I could not put it down. I routinely played Pentatonic scales, jazz fusion riffs and blues chord progressions in the basement. How many nights did I play Led Zepplin’s Black Dog or Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here?” How many…