Frank J. Tassone

Tag: Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

  • Grecian Grace

    We saw it at a tourist trap in Mykonos during our honeymoon. The vivid sunburst hue in the sky and sea caught our eye. The iconic way the painting captured the quintessential, Greek seaside town won us over. We could almost feel the breeze blowing the arms of the windmill. It has hung in our…

  • Hypothetical Enigmas

    A single leaf flutters across the neighbor’s yard. I see it through the reflection in the mirror facing me–the one that reveals the view through the bay window of my office. The breeze that set that leaf fluttering ceases. All is calm, but not bright as the dimming light yields to the growing afternoon shadows…

  • Covert Essentials: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (12/4/18)

      Wind-tossed hair. Light rippling across turf-pounding crests. The roar of sea slapping land. The whirl of wind peeling around a bluff jutting into a foamy sea. The intimacy of losing every sense of separation from creation, amidst the battering elements that intoxicate every sense. The stillness inherent in the movement of wind and water.…

  • Phoenix Song: a #TankaTuesday (11/27/18) #TankaProse

       Long past time to put this chill in the past gather the pyre ignite the consuming blaze that restores the life taken    The first crackles of flame yield a tendril of smoke. The fire grows, feasting on the dry kindling and tinder wound through dry wood. It won’t take long.   I hear…

  • Contemplation: A #TBT #TankaProse (11/13/18)

      Go within your inner room. Close the door. Quiet; be still. Breathe. Follow your breath while you spiral through the nautilus shell. Breathe.   Find that ever-elusive still point. Breathe.   Now, listen to the utter silence beyond and within every sound: a golden lab’s bark, a passing jet, the labor of your breath…

  • Unrealized Paradise

    Photo by Tarun Singh on Unsplash     81 “Let there be a little country without many people…” –Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, rendition by Ursula K. Le Guin     Oh, if only there were a land where people truly loved their neighbor as themselves. Yes, a land where people embodied the golden rule. What need would…

  • Passing

    My father died of Pancreatic cancer on December 14, 2011. I first published this haibun in Image Curve, on December 18, 2014. What better haibun on transition could I include for dVerse Haibun Monday– transition? I’m also linking this to Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform (imagined by Willow Switches Pat) The mid-afternoon sun rests along the…

  • Autumnal Echoes: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (10/23/18)

    What echoes in Autumn do you hear?