Tag: haibun
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Shifting Dreams
A dream. I’m confronted by a bully, with a jeering crowd behind him. I stand my ground. He presses. A lucid dream. Something shifts. The bully nervously backpedals. I step toward him, instantly in his face. He throws an ill-considered punch. I have him on his back in seconds. Standing over him, calmly, I say,…
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Olympic Glory
This haibun is not a political haibun. It is not a commentary on Paris Olympic Opening ceremony. It does not opine about the vitriole of those claiming offense before understanding the entire context of that Olympic Performance (TM). It does not comment on the irony of all the uttered outrage over what turns out to…
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Oakland Beach Afternoon
The sun hits the water just right. A current of warmth ripples through. A few feet to either side, and the cool becomes noticable. My great-niece and great-nephew enjoy the water. I enjoy seeing them happy in it, while I experience the sublimity of the water in my own way. another day at the beach…
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Conversion: a #tankaprose
The darkness deepens around you. The snarls of salivating wolves grow closer and louder behind you. So you run. The wolves give chase. Panting, struggling, stumbling, screaming, you scramble to stay ahead of certain death. Until you realize that those snarling, salivating wolves are your fears. The deepening darkness around you is your own ignorance…
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Ambiguous Simplicity
Sometimes, twilight is enough… before the darkness before dawn
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Incarnating Inspiration
As if there could be any other way. As though muscles on metacarpals, under the muse’s sway, could do anything else… poeming this endlessly stretching blank page tonight, this white space just no rhymes, no words That moment when poet and poem bleed into each other. Who knows where one ends, the other begins? find…
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This Summer Solstice
Morning light breaks over the northernmost house on my block. My face bathes in it. I treasure it’s warmth for the time being. Later on, the latest sunset of the year passes without my notice. Solstice passing without comment still, I smile, seeing the Strawberry Moon for Tanka Poets on Site: Gerry Muse #412. Prompt…
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’92 Eurailing
Spring Vacation, 1992. I travel across Northern Europe via Eurorail pass. After an engaging stay in Amsterdam, into which I flew out of Heathrow, I hop the first train down to Brugge. The marble square, the multiple steps up its picturesque tower, the bike ride through the countryside with two aquaintences I met at our…
Frank J. Tassone 