Frank J. Tassone

Tag: photo

  • Hematologist Follow-up: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    The same friendly nurse pricks my finger. Moments after taking my sample, she tells me my white blood cell count is up to 4.0 greater than normal. Then she leads me to an exam room with birchwood paneling and a framed photo of a sand dune. Where I still wait. overheard stories …unnoticed branchessway in…

  • Emptied Quivers: A #quadrille #haibun

    One knocked arrow after another flies. A rain of fletch from bags and quivers. And French knights fall by the score. Archers hold the muddy field as surviving knights flee. Emptied Quivers. The key to Henry V’s victory. Agincourt How English Longbows made history for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday #90: We’re all a-Quiver (pubtended by…

  • #SilentSaturday (10/19/19)

    Frank is at a camporee with his troop. Mira and I wanted to enjoy the peak foliage, so we’ve hiked to the top of a local mountain. Therefore, today I rest from #haiku. See you tomorrow!

  • Back-to-School Blues, part ? ( my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    After another night of tossing and turning, I feel a pinching sensation above my eyebrows. A tickle in my throat, as well as a slight queasiness in my stomach, soon follows. The ill-feeling spiked after I read my tentative program. That’s when I learn that I’ll co-teach Juniors all day. And my ELA co-teacher needs…

  • Ultimum Solum: a #writephoto #haibun

    Breathe the salty air of the sea breeze. Gaze upon the last glow above the horizon. Listen to the lap of surf upon the shore. Be still. The twilight arrives by itself. Unity is always at hand. Experience it. declining light anticipating the next day’s delight for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Stillness #writephoto

  • Indigenous Day: a #haibun

    I stood before the candidates during the opening ceremonies of the Boy Scouts of America’s Order of the Arrow Ordeal weekend. Dressed at an Iroquois chief, I performed the script for the role I played: Nutiket, guardian of the circle. Other members of the ceremony complemented my performance as a “kick-add Nutiket!” I had no…

  • #SilentSunday (10/13/19)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • The last Campones’ Daughter: a #tankaprose

    She was the last of nine surviving children. Grew up in Portugal, in a northern farming village near the Spanish border. And knew she didn’t belong there. She came to America with her parents when she was 13. After six months, her parents returned to Portugal. Before they left, they asked her if she wanted…