Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • 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,…

  • The Art of Vacation Antiquing: a #haibun

    Stained in front. A ridiculous grin bordering on offensive stereotype. Boistrous and irrelevant. But oh, so joyful! I saw the happy Buddha in a new age-esque boutique near the hotel in which we stayed. Earlier that day, we had ascended Mount Washington in New Hampshire via a tour bus. Now, after a sumptuous dinner, we…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 3, July 27, 2014

    We arrive at the Notch Squad tent. Alison, a stocky, twenty-something woman smiles and greets us. A few moments later, she moves all of us—a handful of kids and parents—to Rigabello’s, since camp is on thunder watch. Only the building is locked. Huddled under a yawning as the rain pours, I ask, “Alright, who hasn’t…

  • An Inventory of Unloving Experiences: a #haiku sequence #haibun

    gathering clouds the fourteen-year-old mouth says “you’re a racist!” The supervisor observes on the day of the facutly-student vollyball game. bird silence repeated interruptions in a raised tone No visible Aim or Do-now, for the class that needs to switch rooms. “Ineffective.” late morning shadows the forty-eight-year-old voice says, “we’re done here.” No notebooks out…

  • Unrestricted Aces: a #Quadrille #haibun

    Unclassified, one Ace learns English. Another Ace’s fastball dropped me in the dunk tank during least year’s field day. Yet another Ace may claim my lucky “four.” I, their trump ace. All in the least restrictive environment. last bell the crowded cell phone lines for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems (pubtended by…