Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • 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

  • #Haikai Challenge #85 (5/12/19): rainy season (tsuyu) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Did you enjoy getting your green on, haijin? A number of you did! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Maureen Sudlow2. Pat R3. Deborah4. Tessa 5. The Dark Netizen6. Xenia Tran7. Jules8. Linda Lee Lyberg 9. Violet10. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: More rain. All day today.…

  • A Memorial Mother’s Day

    Rainfall. Temperatures plummet below fifty degrees F, from almost seventy yesterday. Every so often, leaves rustle and the wind chimes sound. We recover from hosting thirty of our family for Frankie’s confirmation barbeque. A quiet day resting at home is the Mother’s Day present Mira wants most this year. wet fire pit the last ambers…

  • Clay Rooted: a #writephoto #haibun

    Princes and Kings call themselves “orphans, widowers, beggars,” to get themselves rooted in the dirt” Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching: A Book about the Way and the Power of the Way, Ursula K Le Guin, pg. 164 We were so dug in, we thought. Look how our shared experience intertwined us. How the gallows humor…

  • The Vanity of Our Theorizing

    I read Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I shuddered when Phaedrus articulated his theory of “quality,” only to experience a breakdown when he realizes that he simply rediscovered Laoxi’s insight–codified in the Tao Te Ching some 500 years before the birth of Christ: The way you can go isn’t the real…