Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Image Curve

  • Backyard Discophony: My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    We heard a blue jay scold, and a robin chased it off for its troubles. That robin sings away its remaining rivals. Then Mark’s lawn mower roars to life. After we though he finished. quick notesmother and son readon a chaise first published in Image Curve, January 3, 2019 Photo by Jan Meeus

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Relocating the Gingerbread Man (Redux): a #Christmas #haibun courtesy of .@ImageCurve

    It is a delicate procedure. One so precarious that Frankie runs from the kitchen, saying, “I can’t bear to watch in case this goes south.” Mira emerges from the kitchen. The gingerbread house Frankie worked on rests on a glass cake stand. new centerpieceiTunes’ carols playing asa proud pastry chefadmires his masterpiecein our Christmas trees’…

  • A Yard House Encounter: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    The beer sampler at the Yard House comes in six 5-ounce glasses. That’s a duce shy of two pints. Chris and I down them while we share an appetizer of boneless buffalo wings with hot sauce, blue cheese and celery sticks. The first bite bursts in my mouth, an explosion of spice so strong that…

  • Passing (Redux)

    My father died of Pancreatic cancer on December 14, 2011. I first published this haibun in Image Curve, on December 18, 2014. The mid-afternoon sun rests along the top of the Ramapo Mountains. The patio shines in a brilliance unobstructed by leafless maple trees. Mira and I sit at the table, taking a rest from…

  • Writing Counterpoints: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    More than twenty years ago, I sat on a faded beige, chrysanthemum-patterned couch in New City’s first expresso bar, Caffeine Jones. Sipping hot cappuccino, I channeled my angst though Natalie Goldberg’s write-practice drills, filling every line of a college-ruled notebook. Alone. Today, I sit on our chair-ottoman in the comfort of our living room. Mira…

  • November 11, 2012: a #TBT .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    We make it to the Veteran’s Day concert at West Point. The storied USMA band plays melodies dating back to “Chester”, the most popular drum and piper tune during the Revolutionary War. The music charms, the slideshow entertains, but where are the Jazz Knights? Then I hear Big Band music from the World War II…