Frank J. Tassone

Tag: photo

  • #SilentSunday (6/2/19)

    a rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • Night Terrors: a #GerryMuse #TankaProse

    The last twilight fades. Even a flicker of firelight lay beyond sight. A new moon arises invisible in the sky. Even the stars fail to twinkle, as overnight clouds roll in. The surrounding space becomes simultaneously becomes expansive and constrictive. Clautrophobia and agorophobia unite as useless eyes peer into the black. Every rustled leaf, katydid…

  • Aqua Exolvuntur: a #writephoto #haibun

    So close to the end. Only 10,000 sins left to overcome. Only a legion of stumbling blocks to turn into stepping stones. Only a horde of obstructions to manuever around. Then the reunification for which I was born. Then the synthesis for which I began the arduous journey. Then the singularity through which I arise,…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 7: July 31, 2014—the Hike (an .@ImageCurve #haibun)

    The shuttle bus pulls into a parking lot for the Long Trail somewhere out of Johnston. We stretch, introduce ourselves and set off. Pat sets a pace we weren’t used to. The forest closes in. Ascent follows ascent, each sapping a little more of our energy. Still, we carry on the usual small talk with…

  • My Daily #Haiku (5/29/19)

    5/29/19: favorite bird Iona Island a bald eagle soaring above the Highlands #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • A Walk at Nyack Beach: An .@ImageCurve #haibun

    The Hudson surges against the black boulders of the Nyack Beach shoreline. A woosh of water on stone is a chant in rhythm to the river’s tide. Frankie bikes around a bend in the dirt-and-granular track. We follow on foot, content to be left behind for a time. Hook MountainCasts a wide shadowWind caressing waves…

  • A Commemorative Conflict: a #haibun for #dversepoets

    Their grave rests in Maryrest Cemetary. I haven’t visited in a while–never mind how long. Why do I need to see their stone to remember them? All I have to do is mow the lawn, and Dad offers me his unsolicited advise on where to plant peach trees. All I need to do is sit…

  • One Step: a #writephoto #tankaprose

    It’s a space I could call home. A manucured lawn, a tended landscape, slate pavers laid in a welcoming walkway. All I need to do is step through this open door. But the surrounding darkness ensnares me. A paralyzing anxiety consumes me. Would that I let this tantalizing fear go and take… Just one more…