Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • A Lycanthrope’s Confession: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (1/22/19)

    Ask your question. Go on. Ask how I could do it. How I could shed my own skin, forsake my species and run with the wolves. Ask how I could rage under a blood moon, an animal’s growl erupting from me like a long-restrained geyser. Are you certain you want the answer? Perhaps you can…

  • #Haikai Challenge #69 (1/19/19): Equality #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    You answered the raven’s call, haijin! Well done! Due to my upper respiratory infection, I did not post a new challenge last week. Some of you kept the raven haikai coming. Congratulations to the last challenge’s participants! Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Revived Writer2. lynn__3. Dwight L. Roth4. Suzanne5. Toni Spencer6. Reena Saxena 7. Jane Dougherty8.…

  • Bronx Zoo Visit, 7/16/14

    moving dinosaursthe animatronics thatbring battles to lifehis smile when T-Rexdowns triceratops The tiger lies on his side, eyes closed. Another one—the next enclosure over—at least lifts his head. As indifferently as the gorillas at the Congo Rain Forest: eating, gazing empty-eyed toward us, scratching buttocks before climbing trees. safari riddlefar too many deerfor Wild AsiaShe’s…

  • Dueling Pestilence

    (Cricket. Cricket. Cricket.) Hey, is this thing in? Good. So…I’m still recovering. Turns out I have an upper respiratory infection. Fun. I’ve therefore had a low concentration gradient–and so the lack of posting. At least there’s time to catch up on Game of Thrones. 😆 I hope to resume normal blogging soon. Stay tuned. another…

  • Hematologist Follow-up

    Another doctor’s office. The same sterile scent and antiseptic odor in the exam room. Light-wood paneling, natural setting, photos on the wall, white Formica countertops. All to find out if my medication has begun to kill me. smiling nurse –the back of her neckshows a tattoo first published in Image Curve, January 10, 2019 Photo…

  • Rebirth: a #writephoto #haibun

    Sunrise. The clouds layered across the sky like scales remind me of the saying “red sky in morning, sailor take warning.” But I fear no rain. It’s a new day. The bare leaves broadcast the season of snow to come. Winter will have its due. But I fear no snow. It’s a new day. I…

  • Grecian Grace

    We saw it at a tourist trap in Mykonos during our honeymoon. The vivid sunburst hue in the sky and sea caught our eye. The iconic way the painting captured the quintessential, Greek seaside town won us over. We could almost feel the breeze blowing the arms of the windmill. It has hung in our…

  • Holiday Epilogue (Redux): an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Oil cracks on the frying pan in the kitchen. Dice in a boggle bubble rattle. I just can’t stopplays on the black-and-blue mini radio Frankie got for Christmas. Aroma of frying breadcrumbs permeates the living room. Anticipation and dread for tomorrow slowly strangle me. It’s that time. January night— Preparing the last rich meal Of the…