Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • One Step: a #writephoto #tankaprose

    It’s a space I could call home. A manucured lawn, a tended landscape, slate pavers laid in a welcoming walkway. All I need to do is step through this open door. But the surrounding darkness ensnares me. A paralyzing anxiety consumes me. Would that I let this tantalizing fear go and take… Just one more…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 6: July 30, 2014, continued: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    As the afternoon closes on four, the earlier clouds break apart. The brightest sunlight since Saturday bathes the west end of the deck. Tamarack leaves rustle in a passing breeze. Soon, Frankie will return. Then we’ll visit the farmers’ market in Jeffersonville before the family bonfire tonight. sedentary leisure tomatoes ripening on the rail We…

  • #Haikai Challenge #86 (5/19/19) Blue Flower Moon #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Hope you managed to dry out, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. The Dark Netizen2. Pat R3. Tessa 4. Janice5. Jules6. Deborah 7. Linda Lee Lyberg8. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Onward! The clouds broke in time. Summer temperatures arose in the New York Metropolitan area this weekend.…

  • Peace: a #TankaProse

    A still pond. Canopies of maple, oak, white birch and pine reflect without blemish across it. Then the first drop falls. Ripples radiate out. More drops; more ripples, overlapping each other. The perfect reflection becomes a wavering array of verdant images twisted on an ever-trembling membrane. Soon, a blurry, raincloud gray is all the pond…

  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14: Interlude II: Meditation moment this morning (an .@ImageCurve #Haibun)

    Tightness in my throat. Remembering Mrs. Zengo’s confused disappointment. How hurt those brown eyes in that wrinkly forehead that creased with her frown. How sorry I felt—and unforgiven—until she realized I brought in an egg for another student’s recipe. I had overheard their conversation and mistakenly thought I needed to bring in that hard-boiled egg.…

  • A Quart-milk Container Bird Enthusiast

    It is a pretty bird. An Arts and Crafts instructor at Woodland camp showed us how to make them out of quart-milk containers. She dips papier mache wrapping into different colored dyes to make the foliage. Then she wraps the papier mache around the container. She walks around the paint-splattered tables in the cavernous, beige-painted…

  • Water’s Canticle

    Do you wonder about me? How I nourish life in one hand and strip it away with the other? How I descend to the lowest places even the most bodhivassatic of you fail to go? How I ascend to the heights that once only the gods dwelt? How do I do it? I yield, and…

  • A Misplaced Step

    All it takes is one slip to end this trip to these tips in tragedy. apex a view interrupted by sudden wind for RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #253 Slip&Tip and Mindlove misery’s Menagerie’s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 8th 2019 an experiment … one-bun