Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 4, July 28, 2014: My latest .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    Rain falls steady. I see the faint lines of its passage from my perch on the sofa. Classical music—a composition sounding suspiciously like circus music—plays on Vermont Public Radio. Three years with little rain: we had a good run. We therefore settle in for a cozy downtime, having earned $100 American Express gift card for…

  • Abecedarian Advise: a #TankaProse

    Autumnal clouds bare entertwining branches corral the sun distant Danann laughter echoing in the wind Forget the rules. Go where the wind whispers. Hold in your heart the sublimnity. Intuition trumps reason at times like these. Just because you can’t explain doesn’t detract from its authenticity. Kindness is a difficult choice. License is even harder.…

  • Little Things Noticed While Grieving

    You are so still. No rising and falling in your chest. You mouth lies wide open. Someone closed your eyes. The same tepid sunlight partially fills the room and casts shadows throughout. A glass of unfinished pepsi remains by your bedside. You are so still. But morticians styled your hair and applied your makeup. You…

  • Scavanger Patience

    “The best things come to those that sit and wait.” Who am I to disagree? Savannah Sun … a hyena awaits a man-killer’s remains Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Writing Prose (posted by Susan) #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 17/30 WD April PAD 2019 17/30

  • Notre Dame

    I visited Notre Dame in the Spring of 1992. The interior looked dark at the time, as few candles burned and fewer lights shined. The light from the Rose stainglass captivated me, as it had done for countless pilgrams through out the centuries. Otherwise, my visit felt pedestrian. I stare today at the video feeds…

  • New York: a #TankaProse Tribute

    Empire State. Where the Interstates wind between the wind of Lake Erie and the Atlantic. Where the Statue of Liberty raises her torch to the Golden Gate, and the Niagara falls. Empire State. Where the State capitol rests one-hundred fifty-two miles from the flow of world capital pumping through its commercial heart. Where Apple Orchards…

  • #Haikai Challenge #81 (4/13/19): Pink Moon #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    I hope you enjoyed the Cherry Blossoms, haijin! Seems many of you did! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jane Dougherty2. Tessa3. Dwight L. Roth4. ennle madresan5. Jules @ fiction 6. The Dark Netizen7. Deborah8. Pat R9. Shannon Blood10. Janice 11. Helene Vaillant12. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr13. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister…

  • Devil’s Deal Magic: a #writephoto #TankaProse

    Does your life mean so little to you? Would you truly surrender it for fortune and fame? Go down to the crossroads, then. Look back on the road from which you’ve come. Look ahead to the path before you. Glance right and left. Then straight ahead, once more. The verdant field, the copse of trees,…