Frank J. Tassone

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  • Adieu, ye Midsummer’s Day! (a #haibun)

    Daylight yields to darkness in the twilight. It’s nine o’clock in “New York’s backyard,” but still some light remains. Even if it dwindles. The first–and longest–day of summer thus makes way for the first–and shortest–night of this season. Already the temperature drops, as though Autumn can’t wait to upstage the sunny season to come. as…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 8, August 1, 2014, part II (my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    I watch Mira exit the Pipe Slide at the North Hill Aquatic Center. She flounders in the exit pool, her arms and legs thrashing as her head bobs up and down. My heart skips a beat when a lifeguard stands up, but she recovers. After I slide down, she tells me, “It happens so fast.…

  • A Traveler’s Wisdom: a #quatrain #haibun

    twilight above the horizon strawberry moon I come bearing counsel. Will you hear it? Aye, I’m a traveler, a stranger to you, and a woman, besides. No matter. You can have confidence in what I will tell you. Will you listen? aflight across the leagues, I see happenings near and far to guide your steps…

  • First Guitar, our Latest Decoration: a #quadrille #haibun for #dversepoets

    The ESP shines in the corner. When I first received that high school graduation present, I could not put it down. I routinely played Pentatonic scales, jazz fusion riffs and blues chord progressions in the basement. How many nights did I play Led Zepplin’s Black Dog or Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here?” How many…

  • #SilentSunday 6/16/19

    A rest from #haiku (Dad and Frankie, July 2008) A very Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there. See you all tomorrow!

  • Mortal Intimations: a #Gerrymuse #TankaProse

    “What do we say to the God of Death?” “Not today.” –from “Game of Thrones” (The Battle of Winterfell, S8, E3) A strangled in-breath at an unwelcomed, forbidden touch by a friend, underneath the bed. A numb paralysis in the presence of a beaten mother and a raging father, in the kitchen at three in…

  • Path Appeal: a #writephoto #TankaProse

    Oh, the lure of snowcapped mountains. Only verdant meadows and sloping foothills to cross before the ascent. As though the journey itself were not home. But what would be the appeal of a journey without a destination? a step along the way moving deer all these paths lead home for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto: choices

  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 8: August 1, 2014 (a #TBT #haibun for #ImageCurve)

    Swollen masses of cumulus clouds swallow the sky above Mansfield. They spread like a glacier-paced avalanche. Behind them, patches of blue remain. Beyond that, the midday sun shines. We’ve already swum our laps and rested in two hot-tubs at Courtside. Now, we lounge in the shade, indulging in pineapple and literature, nearly indifferent to the…