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The Inspirations of Mentors: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
I call three poets my mentors: three women, three masters, three exemplars of the art A head bowed in awe Constance Coiner introduced me to Carolyn Forche. The poet was one of the modern American women writers we studied in Professor Coiner’s course of the same name. Forche’s The Country Between Us was the work…
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The Renewal of an Apocalyptic Affair: a #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
A simple carass, and your coughing begins. The slightest of kisses, and you become corpses frozen in the ice. I, the corruption of your so vulnerable flesh, wither you to your last wheeze. So like the old days, when I meandered across manure-stinking villages and filth-ridden cities, savoring the warmth of their breath. Thanatos and…
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Rise this Easter: a Day 12 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #sedoko – #triolet – #haibun
No one witnessed the ressurection event. Apostles witnessed the ressurected Jesus. Witness the irony: Light rising in the dark. coronal Easter still an empty tomb to celebrate Two-millenia and twenty years later, Christians celebrate–and this year, at home. Some may sigh over that, full of unwept tears. But do we celebrate with a Spirit of…
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What’s Underneath?
Resevoirs of underground water rise up through awakening roots. Buds unfold to growing leaves on once-dormant trees. Forsythias bloomed and daffodils sprouted. Cherry and Dogwood trees blossomed. Dill pierced the top soil between innumeral blades of growing grass. All from what has arisen from underneath. We, living in social isolation, may witness from our windows,…
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Just a Coronal-getaway Hike: a Day 11 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #haibun
We continue our Corona-time ritual of taking our weekly hike. Only this time, we bring gloves, garbage bags and a claw utensil with us. Frank needs six (6) service hours to advance to the Boy Scouts of America (BSA) rank of Life. He’ll earn three (3) of them by cleaning up a trail that we…
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Morning Counterpoint ( my second-latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)
That ticking clock. An electric hum. The gurgle of dripping coffee. Louder highway traffic. A gradual brightening of the sky above the Maple Six AM reflection… lines under my eyes Photo by Yaniv Knobel on Unsplash first published in Image Curve, April 2, 2020
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This #Corona: a Day 10 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo2020 #Hay(nu)ku #sonnet
sunlight … passing clouds and sudden flurries this Good Friday only streaming Stations quarantine living our novam viam crucis folly those people slighting this #Corona this “Mask of the Red Death“
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Transformation: A Day 9 #NaPoWriMo2020 / #GloPoWriMo #haibun
windswept leaves suddenly no one walks the street Step further through the encroaching fog if you want to reach the light blue sky the swaying branches still bud
Frank J. Tassone 