Frank J. Tassone

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  • #Publication Alert: “Arid Hope” appears in the latest Drifting Sands Haibun!

    I’m happy to announce that my tanka-prose “Arid Hope” appears in the latest edition of Drifting Sands Haibun! Arid Hope An endless drought. The reservoir continues to dry out. Wheat and barley fields, once so full of promise, have whilted for want of water. Like everything else. We watch the medicine woman stirring her pot…

  • A Novel Hike: the Popolopen Torne Loop Adventure

    All the years that we’ve hiked in and around Bear Mountain State Park, we never explored the western portion of the park. We had no idea what the Popolopen Torne loop had in store. Of course, new hikes were par for the course for the Tassone family. This time, however, we had a guest with…

  • #SilentSunday (8/30/20)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • These Daily Rituals: a #Tanka-prose (8/29/20)

    A breath. Another. In. Out. When aware of any thought beyond breathing, a gentle return to the breath. In. Out. Until that period of centering draws to a close. A daily routine, disrupted during summer and other days off. Or any morning in which I enjoy drinking coffee beside Mira, in our bed, upon awakening…

  • PSA (8/29/20): Apologia

    It’s been a light week, including a missed day. You deserve an explanation. Home repairs on Tuesday, a hike on Wednesday and lunch on Thursday to celebrate Mira’s birthday, and a combination of to-do’s and relaxing yesterday. As for the missing #Haikai Challenge, life kept happening. All of the above, plus a garage cleaning on…

  • #SilentSunday (8/23/20)

    A day collecting firewood from a friend and cleaning out the garage. Fatigue is high. Therefore, another rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • #SilentSaturday (8/22/20)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • Barton Orchard Experience: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    A smooth trip to Barton Orchard in Poughquag, NY—until the last 2 miles. A long, stop-and-go line of traffic behind an inspecting sheriff at a T-junction stalls our progress before our last turn. Summer-esque heat white-knuckling the wheel Paul lumbers more than walks. Like one of the Dwarves from the film “the Hobbit.” Mira recognizes…