Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • An Ekphrastic Correspondence

    Oh, Alisaka, That I could rise to the heights of your cranes. But I am earthbound, and my words can only marvel at your deft brushstrokes. mountain mists fledglings at their mother’s side for so many years this relic of college days still hanging for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #78: Rise (pubtended by Merril Smith) #NaPoWriMo2019…

  • Nightmarescape

    I sketch the impressions that even now fade away. A night sky, a street filled with teens partying, cavourting, fighting. They close around me, and I just manage to break away. Another street, with darkened brownstones, and commercial buildings in the distance. I walk with someone I call a friend, although I do not recognize…

  • #Haikai Challenge #82 (4/21/19): Easter Lily #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Welcome back from your moon gazing, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Tessa2. Dwight L. Roth3. Ennle Madresan4. The Dark Netizen5. Jane Dougherty 6. Deborah7. Suzanne8. Jules9. Violet10. Helene Vaillant 11. Pat R12. Frank J. Tassone13. Janice Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Ultreya! Welcome to this special Easter Sunday edition…

  • Darkness and Light Dialoguing

    I get a bad rap, he says, and I just roll my eyes. What do you expect, I say, They’re blind around you. And they see just fine around you, he snaps, ain’t you special? I sigh, for it’s always like this lately. Complain, complain, complain! Is it my fault they depend on their eyes,…

  • 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