Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • 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…

  • A Natural Indifference: a #quadrille #haibun

    Parched ground. searing sun. The cacti’s collective yawn. What is a few more degrees to them? Their fibers hoard their water. Their needles guard their excess against the unwary consumer. Why would they care about climate change? temperature spike the unpredictability of coming storms for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #75: Spike up a Poem (pubtended by…

  • #Haikai Challenge #76 (3/9/19): whitebait (shirauo) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Dug out of the light snow yet, haijin? I know I have! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Tessa2. Revived Writer3. Dwight L. Roth4. Pat R5. Reena Saxena 6. Jules @ Strands7. lynn__8. Jane Dougherty9. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr10. Janice 11. Susan Zutautas12. Merril D. Smith13. Helene Vaillant14. ennle madresan Powered by……

  • Such Summer Fun

    An old video, copied from an old film, shows me attempting to roller skate with the Sterino kids. I remember laughter, and perhaps some encouraging words from Debbie. She, with her long, thick brown hair and contagious smile, had taken me on as another kid brother. And I remember the feel of the driveway on…

  • A Misplaced Kindness?

    28 September, 1918. A crossroads in the French village of Marcoing. Private Henry Tandey, of the 5th Duke of Wellington’s Regiment’s 5th Battalion, encounters a wounded, fatigued German soldier. The enemy does not even raise his rifle, although Private Tandey has the man in his sights. Tandey is no coward. Earlier the same day, he…