Tag: haiku
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#Silent Sunday (3/4/18)
After a breathtaking #nahaiwrimo, it’s time for a well-earned rest from #haiku. See you tomorrow.
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#Haikai Challenge #23 (3/3/18): first spring gust (haru ichiban) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #renga #haiga
By The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (https://cdn.star.nesdis.noaa.gov) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons Welcome back, haijin! Many of you risked whiplash contemplating this Spring-winter-spring season we’re experiencing, especially in the Northeastern US. Here’s who shared: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr 2. Jane Dougherty 3. KanzenToni 4. KanzenToni 5. Victoria Slotto 6.…
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A #senryu Saturday (3/3/18) #haikai challenge update
The Nor’Easter passed. Winds pick up after a quiet morning. Our power returned around four this morning. My internet service has not. Only our LTE-enabled devices (like The iPhone I’m using for this post) work. Optimum, my provider, assures me they’ll restore service soon. Sure, I’ll hold my breath waiting on them! 😆 As soon…
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My haiku #1 (3/3/18)
3/3/18: noise buffeting wind … a silent morning after #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Powerless pleasures #haiku #haibun #poetry
Nor’Easter. the house trembles under buffering winds. Fresh inches of snow accumulate. A blackout since morning. But what a fire! winter storm A pasta dinner watching snow
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My #haiku #1 (3/2/18)
3/2/18: drift all the ways we drift Nor’Easter #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Gratitude
84 haiku. 28 days. I wrote three haiku a day for each day of February! What a #nahaiwrimo! Thank you all for your likes, comments and for simply reading them! You again prove that haikai matters!
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#Throwdown Thursday (3/1/18): my latest #haibun—An Unimportant Failure – is up on .@ImageCurve
Happy that my latest #haibun is up on .@ImageCurve today! An Unimportant Failure BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 1ST MARCH 2018 Nothing worth remembering. That fifth period class—where Moesha braided Katherine’s hair, Neina screamed; and Chastery, Jowayne and Zaire did no work—fades to insignificance. No homes called, no repercussions planned—only the slightest sense that my…
Frank J. Tassone 