Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 6: July 30, 2014

    She serves from half-court. I return forearm. She backhands it over the net. I race into position and pivot, delivering the best backhand of our volley. Did she return it? Did I? Getting water later, I say, “We’ve progressed from terrible to rotten.” Tennis court bathed in sunlight slapping sounds We return from the country…

  • #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 Wrap-up

    Another National Poetry Month ends. Another 30-in-30 completed. What a ride! I achieved the following during this past #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019: 30 haiku posted 30 haikai poems (haiku, tanka, tanka-prose, haibun, renga) posted 4,537 views 2,117 visitors 1,617 likes 330 comments Special thanks to Maureen Thorson as NaPoWriMo.net and Robert Lee Brewer at WD Poetics…

  • Of Stormriding and Picnicking (Again)

    The aches throb. Even the sensations of fatigue have tired. The sleepless night, the challenging day facing students that had a week off, the planning of a poetry jam: They were the breakers. I was the eroding shore. But the Irish song is right: I “weathered the storm” and came “out smiling in the end.”…

  • #Haikai Challenge #83 (4/28/19): blossom haze (hanagumori) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    I hope every celebrant enjoyed Easter, and a very happy Easter to those celebrating Orthodox Easter today. Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. The Dark Netizen2. Jane Dougherty3. Jules4. Deborah 5. Tessa6. Helene Vaillant7. Revived Writer8. Dwight L. Roth 9. Ennle Madresan10. Violet Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead. The…

  • Going Our Way

    O! that you were your self; but, love you areNo longer yours, than you your self here live: moonlight rippling on a pond the way we go I ceased to be myself when I loved you. I become someone more, as did you. Together, let our intertwined hands hold fast as long as they can!…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 5: July 29, 2014 | Image Curve

    The Sterling Pond trail sharply ascends the forested slope of Sterling Mountain. The Smuggler’s caves, rest rooms and parking lot lie across Route 108, nestled beneath Mount Mansfield’s western ridge. Step-like stones lead to rocks, soil and roots. We breathe hard before the first straight-away. Finally, we make it to the pond. Different couples and…

  • Complete Spring Day

    Rippling blossoms in a young tree in bloom. Fresh dandelions growing on greening lawns. Radiant white pillars of a neighbors house bathed in afternoon sunlight. The hum of leaf-blowers and woodchoppers. Warm enough to walk outside. Cool enough to stay in. Such are the signs of Spring during April Days north of the equator. Like…

  • A Ghost Wolf’s Last Hunt

    I watch my mate from a distance. She wimpers next to my corpse. Hot blood still flows from the gunshot wound that stopped my heart. I watch my mate sniff once, twice, then wimper again. I throw back my head and unleash a howl that she cannot hear. She must rejoin the pack. Our family…