Frank J. Tassone

Tag: haiku

  • My Daily #Haiku (11/18/19)

    11/18/19: visit withered leavesanother imminentdoctor’s visit #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • A November with Basho, Day 17

    After all the breathtaking views of rivers and mountains, lands and seas, after everything we’d seen, thoughts of seeing Kisakata’s famous bay still made my heart begin to race. Twenty miles north of Sakata Harbor, as we walked the sandy shore beneath mountains where sea winds wander, a storm came up at dusk and covered…

  • A November with Basho, Day 16

    After leaving Haguro, we came to the castle town of Tsuru-ga-oka…and were greated by the samurai Nagayama Shigeyuki. We composed a round of haiku, bid farewell, and started by boat down the Mogami, bound for Sakata Harbor… From Hot Sea Mountain southward to Windy Beach the evening cools Basho, “The Narrow Road to the Interior,”…

  • ’14 Summer Swansong (part 1): my latest @ImageCurve #haibun

    More than a week has passed. Out of a two-month summer vacation, two days remain. Impressions: last bitter taste of morning coffee cicada song August 23rd We take the mandatory photo at the Statue of Liberty. An overcast sky hangs above her torch. We’ve put on long-sleeves. Frankie is happier racing on the ledge—until we…

  • #Haikai Challenge #113 (11/16/19): fallen leaves (ochiba) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

    Thank you for honoring our veterans, and celebrating the Beaver Moon, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Christine Bialczak2. Reena Saxena3. Peter4. Jade Li/Lisa 5. Jules6. Indira7. Kerfe Roig8. Xenia Tran 9. Janice10. Revived Writer11. Deborah12. Tessa Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: Mid-november. Many trees have shed their…

  • Losing Snoodles: a #TankaProse

    11/16/19: loss and longing She was the second dog in our house. The first, a beagle, had been a “dog-sitting” trial ownership. She, a shephadoodle, came to us under no such pretenses: Dad simply showed up with her. I fed her dutifully, walked her consistently, played with her as only a devoted eight-year-old could. But…

  • My Daily #Haiku (11/16/19)

    11/16/19: dust November breezea fine layer of duston the dresser #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • A November with Basho, Day 15

    On the eigth we climbed Moon Mountain, wearing the holy paper necklaces and cotton hats of Shinto priests, following behind a mountain monk whose footsteps passed through mist and clouds and snow and ice, climbing miles higher as though drawn by invisible spirits into the gateway of the sky–sun, moon, and clouds floated by and…