Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • Weathering Storms: my latest .@ImageCurve #TBT #haibun

    A cool breeze rustles the topmost leaves in the backyard. It spreads the white and gray cumulus clouds that enshroud the sky in a mass of growing darkness. It feels so much cooler than yesterday. I sit on the chaise as Mira prepares an early dinner and Frankie does whatever he wants. The crease on…

  • Silent Psalm: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse

    vernal equinox the ultimate sunlight from winter’s last day how long before we embrace the warmth of the new season? My first characters wore the faces of Hanna Barbara and Terrytoons Animation creations. Others bore the likeness of those from Tolkien, Greek mythology, DC and Marvel Comics, and Dungeons and Dragons. Derivative as they were,…

  • Difficult Riding: a #RonovanWrites #haibun

    It is not easy to ride the dragon. The silent wailing begins when I awaken. Weary aches and stiffness abound. Work dreads arise in a barrage of “what ifs.” I can collapse before the obsessive-compulsive onslaught. I can push through while ignoring it. Or I can feel and sink into each sensation as it arises.…

  • #Haikai Challenge #77 (3/16/19) March Equinox (Machi Shunbun) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Enjoyed enough fish, haijin? Some of you marched along. Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr2. Tessa3. Reena Saxena 4. Jane Dougherty5. Jules @ Strands6. Revived Writer 7. Janice8. Linda Lee Lyberg Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: What a week coming up! St. Patrick’s Day–the unofficial…

  • Amore Ultima

    1998. The Palisades Center, outside the Lowes Theater. You arrive with our mutual friend Laura. The world blurs, and only you fall into focus. The conversation of Chris and my other friends becomes background muzak to our conversation. We all walk toward a coffee kiosk, where I wanted to buy you a cup, but didn’t.…

  • Miniature Train-Riding

    I almost can’t remember how the trains raced around the track. How Dad and I adjusted knobs and toggled twitches. How town lights turned on and off; how locomotives whirled out of the tunnel. I almost can’t remember how much I miss those times with him. Almost. train tableso much of his lovemade by his…

  • The Patience of Water: a #writephoto #haibun

    Watch the ripples. Then wait for the water to still. See the clear reflection of the white birch growing over from the far shore. See the green of the surrounding canopy in that liquid mirror. Let that stillness become your own. The neighbor walked his golden retriever along the edge of the front yard. The…

  • NOLA Gemini Moments: a #haibun

    What must Mardi Gras be like? Is it revelers pursuing yet another Krew’s ostentacious float? Is it music pouring out of every open door and window? Or crowds of tourists casting down or tossing up sets of beads? Is it influencers drawing onlookers with the lure of lavish costumes? It it a mysterious alchemy of…