Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haibun

  • Adventures in Dragon Riding: a #TankaProse #haibun

    12/29/18: Gerry Muse #136: Year end musings I began the year with the intention to “Ride the Dragon.” The Dragon climbs and dives. The Dragon bucks hard. The Dragon rolls and shakes and does whatever it takes to throw me off. And often enough, I forgot my intention and attempted to shove that Dragon back…

  • #Haikai Challenge #67: New Year (shinnen) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Did Santa treat you well, haijin? Many of you celebrated the Christmas spirit this past week! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Helene Vaillant2. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr3. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr (2)4. Dwight L. Roth5. Reena Saxena 6. Jane Dougherty7. Tina Stewart Brakebill8. Linda Lee Lyberg9. Merril D. Smith10. Jules @…

  • Another Rain Meditation: a #writephoto #haibun

    A soft rainfall. I settle on the zafu in our bedroom. Pale light from the cloud-covered sky bathes my back from the window. I breathe. Sit. Breathe. Center. As each thought seizes my attention, I return to my awareness of my breath. Return to my original intention, to be present to the Presence. To bear…

  • Contemplating a Cold Future: my latest @ImageCurve #haibun

    The desk lamps reflect on the mirror-still pool. It’s a clear night. Orion’s belt, the big and little dippers, and the other constellations I can’t name shine in the clear sky. The crickets and katydids carry on. Mom sleeps it off inside. I stare at the pool, wondering what my post-college future holds. ripple a…

  • Jungian Mourning

    “…And the rest is silence.” cold moon

  • Merry Christmas! (2018)

    May all of you that celebrate enjoy a very, merry Christmas! I am taking off tomorrow, so I will see you all Wednesday! Christmas unwrapping presents with my greatest gifts

  • This Year’s Christmas Tree

    Deep Evergreen. Full. Red and gold balls and bells; tops with gilded bands; Russian-esque spires all around. Four sets of lights; the white nina doll ornaments Mira loves. The giant bow. Our Christmas tree, welcoming as ever. Shadows deep within the brightly-lit boughs — the only hint of sorrow in the joy cold nightwe place…

  • O Holy Night: A #tankaprose (Redux)

    those shepherds’ reality Cold, starry night pierced by novel light among the singing stars they find a manger-laden babe A veil of all-to-human darkness fallen upon the world. Client-kings cater to the lock-step of Legionnaires bearing the word of Caesar. How could such a new star shine for the newborn of a woman whose own husband denies paternity?…