Tag: photo

  • 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…

  • Thwarted Ambition: my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun

    We arrive at our niece’s house for her daughter’s 3rd birthday party—early. Mira wants to “hug the babies”—our newborn great niece and nephew, both of whom will be there. She had hoped to have them to herself. When we pull up to the house, however, a Nissan Altima with a Portuguese flag is already parked.…

  • Publication Alert (10/9/19): “Up There” appears in Poet’s Salon!

    I’m happy to report that today Poet’s Salon has published my Tanka-Prose “Up There” as part of its collection of the same name! Thank you, Kath Abela Wilson, for your consideration! Frank Tassone Up There Breathing hard. Heart racing like never before. I lean against a pine. The trail continues. But will I? Step by…

  • O Francis: a #tankaprose #Ekphrastic #ode

    What was it like, Francis? To experience the wounds of Christ? How did you do it? You were another noble-aspiring Merchant’s son, fighting for Assisi in another of the Italian city-states endless wars. Was it the illness you endured during your captivity? Did that brush with death open your eyes to the Truth? How did…