Tag: photo
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Crossing the Bridge: a #TankaProse
Dawn and the threshold awaits that crossing all the preparation and still the fear The bridge awaits. The River, so placid today, indifferently reflects the rising arc of the joined stones. I shudder before the threshold. The bystanders at my back stand their ground. This is my journey, to commence with my first step upon…
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Old World Market: a #TBT #haibun for #ImageCurve (5/18/17)
An aroma of sharp cheddar and freshly baked bread. Wood rafters and paneling rise to a slanted ceiling. A Buddha on one wall, and other cultural icons spread around. We make our way past a salad bar, pastier and fresh-cut meats. $18.99 for veal rib and ground lamb are among the offerings. Arriving at the cheeses, we…
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#SilentSunday (6/9/19)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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A Bard Born and Made: A #GerryMuse #TankaProse (6/8/19)
6/8/19: Gerry Muse–why do I write? A Bard Born and Made I knew my imaginary friends were imaginary. They became my first characters. I could entertain myself for hours on end with books, fiction and nonfiction. I felt fascinated at the power of language to capture that sublime, almost inexpressible experience. The stories came early.…
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An Oceanic Comtemplation: a #writephoto #haibun
The tide rolls in. A crescendo of sound rises, as waves crest and crash against the fine sand of the beach in a roar. The last sunlight reflects on the water as the sun dips below the horizon. A sea breeze picks up, its whoosh a counterpoint to the crying gulls scouring above the shore.…
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Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 7: July 31, 2014—Vermont Country Fair (indoors): [My latest #ImageCurve #haibun]
The kettle-corn maker stands outside the Meeting House. I catch a glimpse of vendors inside. People pour in and out. We pass through the Welcome sign to the Village Center and continue up the path toward the Village Green. Nothing there. The famous Vermont Country Fair is inside the Meeting House. Returning there, we make…
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Mourning Song: a #haibun
The days between Dad’s death and his funeral passed with a frantic urgency. There Mom and I were, securing his plot, arranging his wake, purchasing his coffin. We held back the grief as we attended to the business of saying goodbye. I still needed to write his eulogy. Some time in the midst of all…
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Dragon Declarations: a #quadrille #haibun
Do you fear me? I come, bearing the storm! Delight with me in wind and water. Or despair of me in monsoon and typhoon. Force me back into the cave, if you dare. Or ride me! deepening twilight ascending and decending in this life for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #81 – Here there be {poem} dragons…
Frank J. Tassone 