Frank J. Tassone

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  • HSA Meeting: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    The Haiku Society of America’s NYC Metro chapter hosted the Society’s National Meeting. Held in a modest community room of a local West Village Arts center, perhaps 22 people gathered in the space. Forty chairs had been set in a twin series of rows flanking an aisle. Track lighting illuminated a performance space at the…

  • “a trembling leaf…” a #tanka (7/23/20)

    7/23/20: PROMPT — Loving acts take away fear a trembling leaf falls in the latest summer wind a girl’s steady hand places a flower in a gun #tanka #micropoetry #poetry

  • These Mom Revolutions

    Hungry mothers marched toward the Russian captial in Petrograd. They demanded bread, provisions for their sons fighting on the Eastern Front in WWI. Cossocks and local police attempted to turn them back. Some officer ordered young, inexperienced, and under equipped soldiers to fire into the crowd. But when they looked down their rifles’ gunsights, they…

  • Anniversary: a #Tanka-prose #ode

    All the gifts of a twenty-year marriage, resting on the shores of a shared life, polished to perfection by the imperfection of an extraordinary love. Anniversary and a summer breeze blows on a searing day how this heartbreaking joy overflows again, again for Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 187 #PhotoPrompt

  • Masters Dual: an #AmericanSentence #haibun

    You play a dangerous game, coming to my playground, while a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. You are not the most or least dangerous enemy I’ve faced. You are simply the latest. Think again. Do you not see the luscious violence that consumes these streets? Arbiters of order yield…

  • #SilentSunday (7/19/20)

    A rest from #Haiku See you tomorrow!

  • A Palisades Park Hike: a #tanka-prose

    Stateline Lookout, in Palisades Interstate Park. An old state road runs along the top of the Palisades overlooking the western shore of the Hudson River. Five-hundred feet above the water, the views extend from the new Tappan Zee bridge to the edge of the Bronx. Our two-mile loop hike–following a trail down the cliffs to…

  • “Who Am I?” -a #haibun

    I am Chuang Chou dreaming he is a butterfly. I am the butterfly dreaming he is Chuang Chou. I am the dream of Chuang Chou and butterfly being each other. I am the complement between them. I am the Way you can’t go, the Name you can’t say. I am the unnamed origin of Heaven…