Frank J. Tassone

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  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 9: August 2, 2014, Part II (my latest #ImageCurve #haibun)

    We pass quickly through the Artisan Shop. The woman late middle aged that sold us our tickets (and still wears her hair long) shows us the hand-crafted plates, cups, etc. Frankie declares himself out of the market. She offers him chocolate for $.05. snake-printed plates holding an owl-print pillow The Pleissing gallery features a re-creation…

  • Balance: a #TankaProse

    Stark images. Virulent quotes. Intensities of expression across social media platforms and lunch tables alike. A jaded comment sits on a Facebook post. A sharp retort forms, a reaction in the making. All of the agitation, and yet the problems remain. A clear sky. Heavy humidity from the Maples’ transpiration. The song and countersong of…

  • #SilentSunday (6/30/19)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • A Corridor Evermore: a #writephoto #haibun (for #dVersePoets and #PoetsUnited, too)

    Door upon door upon door. An unceasing progression to everywhere, and nowhere. And yet each glimpse off the everlasting corridor reveals a moment… Flash! I am eight or nine. The maple and elm tower over the dirt trail that leads from the playground in Douglas Park. Dappled light though the canopy illuminates patches of the…

  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 9: August 2, 2014, Part I (my latest #ImageCurve #haibun)

    We drive into Jeffersonville for breakfast. The Mix Café and Bakery had a cozy, quaint décor. But the menu on a chalkboard carried limited—and pricey—breakfast entrees. We return to 58 Main, our perennial favorite. Packed house— a woman with a tattooed arm serves herself coffee Shelburne Museum. 45 acres of artistic landscapes, gardens, galleries, and…

  • An Epiphanal Invitation: A #TankaProse

    summer heat sapping all of my fresh intimate designs the film of sweat lingers on the back of my neck Another summer vacation dawns. I begin the first evening of it in solitude. Frank plays for his high school’s graduation, which he, himself, will partake into years. Mira attends a Chi Gong class. I savor…

  • #SilentSunday (6/23/19)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • Mountain Meditation: a #tankaprose

    Sit. Gaze upon me. Learn. I bear the storms that weather me blunt. I endure the searing sun the scours my surface clean. I stand. Strength in stillness: this you learn from me. Stop your petulant, random motion, so like a storm-tossed sea. Stand in your stillness. Feel your root. Then you’ll not sway at…