Tag: Image Curve
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#Free-style Friday (12/22/17)…The Dark Side of Silence, encore…#haibun #poetry #haiku #Christmas
Silent Night, Silent Day Something in the way she drives. Her left hand, turned up, turned down, on and off the steering wheel. Her steely eyes, centered on the road. The 40 MPH sprints on the side streets. The utter silence. I shrink in my seat. Pity my brother, who bears this cold onslaught of…
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#Throwdown Thursday (12/21/17): my latest #haibun #poetry is up on .@ImageCurve #haiku
A Cook Against the Storm I turn on the barbeque just as a horizon-filling bank of rainclouds roll in. A sudden wind arrives. The songbirds’ ensemble speeds with urgency. I race this oncoming storm. The stakes? Our sardine dinner. rustling leaves after the rain a shimmering grill first published in Image Curve, December 21,…
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Relocating the Gingerbread Man: A #Christmas #holiday #haibun courtesy of .@ImageCurve
Relocating the Gingerbread Man 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 centerpiece iTunes’ carols playing as a proud pastry…
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#Free-style Friday (12/15/17): My latest is up…Morning Thunderstorm – #Haibun #haiku #poetry| .@ImageCurve
Morning Thunderstorm The skylight rattles under a tumult of fresh rain. The windchime dances in a sudden wind; it’s tritonal melody incessantly plays on. Thunder booms. The storm ebbs and flows. Lightning flashes twice. Thunderclaps follow. The road through it awaits. cloudbreak cottontails graze on wet grass first published in Image Curve, December…
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#Wayback Wednesday: A Celebration #poetry #haibun #poetsunited #imagecurve
Unexpected Feast All thirty of us sit at folding tables covered in plastic in Oscar’s hot, unfinished basement. Pipes emerge from the boiler in the back corner. One of them runs the length of the basement over our heads. We eat Mariscara—a paella with lobster in a red sauce sans the rice; barbequed…
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A Culinary Marvel: An excerpt from Smuggler’s Notch Travelogue, Part III…#haibun #haiku #poetry #dversepoets
(yelp.com) Peeling red paint on weather-worn siding of a glorified barn—not an auspicious first impression! We wait to be seated. The décor is both trendy and quaint: Dim light, dark paneling, streamers with various-colored lights, Sombreros on one wall. Seated at last, we order. My enchilada is as good as any I had at home.…
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#throwdown Thursday 12/7/17…My latest is up: First Stiches – #Haibun #haiku #poetry | Image Curve
First Stiches BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 7TH DECEMBER 2017 Haibun I run in the day care center’s playground. Somewhere past the slide, the jungle gym and some swings, I slip and fall. My left hand thumps hard against the ground. I stand up. The hand throbs. I turn it over. Blood covers my palm…
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#ThrowdownThursday 11/16/17…my latest is up: Morning Prayer – #Haibun | .@ImageCurve #poetry #haiku
Morning Prayer BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 16TH NOVEMBER 2017 Haibun Robins, sparrows, and cardinal songs through an open window. Bacon sizzling from the kitchen. The flickering tongue of an indifferent Senhora da Fatima Candle in a drape-rustling breeze. Seated on the zafu, legs folded on the zabuton. A tenuous hold of intention through a…
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