Tag: haibun
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A Meditation
Morning light. Sitting on a zafu atop a zabuton. Breathing in. Feeling the itchy sensations of my own skin, rheumatoid aches, and chi. Breathing out. Again, and again, as thoughts arise and fall like heartbeats. Until…just this. & then the 20-minute alarm goes off. mid-August the first oak leaf falls
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A Subway Etiquette Lesson
Everybody minds their own business in the NYC subway. Ecept for the twenty-something out-of-town bigot berating a blue-haired girl. I didn’t want to educate him. One look around the car, however, and I knew no one else would. Tired, but fed up with such mortal nonsense, I stand up & step into the personal space…
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Passing through Storms
The breezes blew all morning. They now pick up to constant wind. The storm door slams multiple times. Mira and I wonder if the glass will break. Of course, the predicted thunderstorms are late, but they’ll come. Meanwhile, my head spins. X, formerly known as Twitter, is abuzz with election ’24. The sudden life and…
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Shifting Dreams
A dream. I’m confronted by a bully, with a jeering crowd behind him. I stand my ground. He presses. A lucid dream. Something shifts. The bully nervously backpedals. I step toward him, instantly in his face. He throws an ill-considered punch. I have him on his back in seconds. Standing over him, calmly, I say,…
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Olympic Glory
This haibun is not a political haibun. It is not a commentary on Paris Olympic Opening ceremony. It does not opine about the vitriole of those claiming offense before understanding the entire context of that Olympic Performance (TM). It does not comment on the irony of all the uttered outrage over what turns out to…
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Oakland Beach Afternoon
The sun hits the water just right. A current of warmth ripples through. A few feet to either side, and the cool becomes noticable. My great-niece and great-nephew enjoy the water. I enjoy seeing them happy in it, while I experience the sublimity of the water in my own way. another day at the beach…
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Conversion: a #tankaprose
The darkness deepens around you. The snarls of salivating wolves grow closer and louder behind you. So you run. The wolves give chase. Panting, struggling, stumbling, screaming, you scramble to stay ahead of certain death. Until you realize that those snarling, salivating wolves are your fears. The deepening darkness around you is your own ignorance…
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Ambiguous Simplicity
Sometimes, twilight is enough… before the darkness before dawn
Frank J. Tassone 