Tag: haiku
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#Way-back Wednesday (10/4/17)…when two is a crowd…#haibun #haiku
At a Garage in Tallman I brought my car in for inspection at Tallman Tire and Auto. A tall, thin man with graying brown hair under a Yankee fitted cap smiles. He was one of Frankie’s baseball coaches—Tyler’s dad. We talk, friendly but guarded. He came for an inspection, too—after getting a ticket in…
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#Haibun Monday–Shimo No Koe–First Frost’s Voice #dVerse Poet Pub
A Silence Observed I extend my left forearm during tai chi in the dark living room. That’s when I notice how quiet it is outside. No chirping. No tritonal repetitions of that saw-like cacophony. No crickets! The first frost has done its work. Autumn dawn that monotonous drone of morning traffic for dVerse Poet…
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“Oktoberfest…” a #haiku for #Haikai Challenge 1
Oktoberfest the hoppy head atop the first full stein
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#Monoku Monday 10/2/17…a glimpse of Agape…#haiku
immortality dying in love crucifix
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#Blogiversary Taps #haiku #haibun
This concludes my blogiversary Sunday showcase. My thanks to all of you that visited, viewed liked or commented today. Thank you, followers, visitors and viewers for a great year! I’m looking forward to many more Mezza Luna Only these crickets interrupt A silent Sunday
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A Special #Blogiversary #Senryu plus Sunday begins…
A year ago, I began Frank J Tassone, American Haijin. I intended it simply as a writer’s site, with a blog to showcase my most recent publications. Then #Napowrimo 2017 came. I wrote original #haibun and #haiku every day of that April! Some of you visited and viewed my work. By August, I began to…
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#Haikai news: an anniversary coming soon!
If you follow Haijin-in-action, you know I take Sunday off. This week, however, is no ordinary Sunday! It’s my first blogiversary! Join me this Sunday for #haiku happenings, haikai originals or reprints, and surprise new features! This does mean, of course, that tomorrow will be #Silent Saturday instead of #Senyru Saturday. So I’ll see you…
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#Free-style Friday: a #haibun for #dVerse Poets’ Pub’s MTB – sleep
Her Infirmity is My Insomnia I wake up at four in the morning. Try and sleep again. Mira coughs, inhales hard. Coughs again. She gets up and sprays her nostrils with her over-the-counter spray. I listen to her. All the while hoping for a sleep that does not come. sparrow’s song beneath a brightening sky bare maples…
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