Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • 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…

  • Metanoia

    Mardi Gras arrives again. The revelers gather to embrace the excess that precedes the abstinance. There is a time to feast and a time to fast. But there are no parades for us: no thrown beads, no expositions, no chanting crowds of tourists. Our celebration is a simple fried chicken filete dinner with broccoli rabe…

  • This March Madness: a #writephoto #haibun

    Sunlight from an unclouded sky radiates the snow-covered lawns of the neighborhood. This winter that gently bleated in its youth roars in its dotage. Nevertheless, the gates of seasonal change stand ajar, as the vernal equinox approaches. Soon the blossoms will unfold. The botanical gardens will yield their bloom. The morning air will echo with…

  • #Haikai Challenge #75 (3/2/19): light snow (awayuki) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    You skated across the thin ice to safety, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr2. Helene Vaillant3. Reena Saxena4. Jane Dougherty 5. Jules @ Strands6. The Dark Netizen7. Dwight L. Roth8. Pat R 9. Tessa10. Janice11. Musings od a Soul Eclectic12. Revived Writer Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical…

  • Racehorse Dreams: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    “It was one of his many ‘get rich quick’ schemes,” Mom says. She and Dad bought a racehorse with some thoroughbred blood in it. They hired a trainer and jockey, and rented stables. They planned to train the horse as a pacer for the trot car races: popular at Yonkers Raceway, Monticello and the like.…