Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • An Eagle Ascending

    My mother and father conceived me while they spiralled together toward the earth. I fought my way out of the hard shell of my egg during my hatching, after an incubation in which they took turns warming me. I fed on scraps of fish snatched from the Hudson–or an osprey’s nest. My plumage grew. Soon,…

  • Monday Morning Survival Guide (4/1/19): a #haibun

    It happens to us all. The alarm clock goes off. A robin sings like a rooster at first light. Or way too much daylight breaches the blinds. Sooner or later, we all face the same brutal reality: Monday morning. Take heart! There is hope for coping with this inescapable first morning of the work week.…

  • Enlightenment: a #writephoto #haibun

    Get up. Step out from the shadows. Did I pierce the veil to address an undergrowth bathed in shade? Come, and bear witness to the light! You thought you were abandoned, left “alone and naked in the wilderness.” You shuddered to think as the darkness crept in. You stole glimpses of declining daylight from the…

  • #Haikai Challenge #79 (3/30/19): twittering (saezuri) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    It’s great to see how many of you enjoyed the swallow, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr2. Dwight L. Roth3. Tessa4. Jane Dougherty5. Reena Saxena 6. The Dark Netizen7. Xenia Tran8. Janice9. Jules @ fiction10. Xenia Tran (2) 11. Helene Vaillant12. ennle madresan13. Revived Writer14. Jim Feeney…

  • Smuggs ‘14 Chronicle, Part I: Day 1, July 25, 2014

    The rust-colored bridge—Thaddeus something—looms ahead.. The sign next to it: Mohawk River—Erie Canal. After two-and-a-half hours driving north, we enter the heart of the capital region, just south of the Adirondacks. I’m so excited that I tell Frankie. His reaction? So what? through the Gateway shimmering sunlight on rippling water Lunch at the Glens Falls…

  • Salvation in Solitude

    The drone of morning traffic. The blaring of horns from stopped cars on the Interstate. The adolescent voices that echo off the walls, and their sporadic screams and laughter. The noise from the outside crests like flood waters fed by torrential downpours. It is during such onslaughts that I savor an interior silence. Give me…

  • PSA: follower milestone (3/27/19 !

    Five-hundred (500) followers! What a milestone! And a whole year’s growth achieved in just under 6 months. I’m grateful to you all! Thank you! Spring day savoring our joy in haikai

  • A Hudson River Sojourn: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse

    Plush-plush, say the double-headed paddle, as each head pulls the brackish water of the Hudson river. Our kayaks flow with the tidal current of New York’s mother river; our strokes adjust our course more than propel us. We break for lunch on the shore of Pollepel Island, beneath Bannerman Castle. Then we return to the…