Frank J. Tassone

Tag: photo

  • Werewolvian Wraith: a #writephoto #TankaProse

    We hide from you; flee from you. Still you come. Our ancestors dwelled in the deepest shadows of the thickest forests. Yours cleared trees, built roads, and subjugated any that dared oppose them. Forests dwindled while empires rose and fell. We flee from you; hide from you. Still, you come. You called us monsters. Skin-turners.…

  • 2019 Blogging Year in Review

    Another year in the books! While not as high as last year, 2019 views remain impressive–especially since this calendar year, Facebook did not allow automatic WP reblogs on my newsfeed. Additionally, visitors to the site increased over last year! The #Haikai Challenge remains popular, accounting for nearly all of the top posts by views! I’m…

  • PSA (12/31/19): Mea Culpa!

    I’m sorry for my disappearance yesterday! Unfortunately, I had trouble sleeping the night before. After tossing and turning during the witching hour, I finally arose for the day at four in the morning. Exhausted, and with aches in my back and neck, I did as little as possible. Honestly, I had nothing in the creative…

  • #SilentSunday (12/29/19)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • An Offering: A #Writephoto #haibun

    Why do you come before me, bearing the cup I cannot bear to drink? Only two days ago, I heard the gospel of the Nativity. You gave birth to your son and laid him in a manger. The Logos, beyond all eternity, incarnate in a newborn. And now, your outstretched hand holds that cup. It’s…

  • Merry Christmas (2019)!

    I’m taking off the rest of today. Merry Christmas 🎄🎁 ! Happy Hanukkah 🕎 ! Happy Holidays!

  • Solstice: a #TankaProse

    12/21/19: Gerry Muse (#186) The sun just set behind the Ramapo Mountains. Pink hues on passing cumulus light up after the last golden haze recedes from view. The shortest day of the year transitions to evening twilight. Soon, the longest night begins. Our Christmas tree lights illuminate the enshadowed living room. Before long, the outside…

  • Labor Day ‘14: My latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Waiting for rain that hasn’t come. Above the passing cumulus clouds, a prop plane. The gentlest tremble of maple leaves in a breeze too light to stir the wind chime. Mira reads. Frankie, too—or he’s sneaking more TV. Inside. In the air-conditioning. While we sweat on the deck to enjoy the unofficial last day of…