Frank J. Tassone

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  • Difficult Riding: a #RonovanWrites #haibun

    It is not easy to ride the dragon. The silent wailing begins when I awaken. Weary aches and stiffness abound. Work dreads arise in a barrage of “what ifs.” I can collapse before the obsessive-compulsive onslaught. I can push through while ignoring it. Or I can feel and sink into each sensation as it arises.…

  • #SilentSunday (3/17/19)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • Amore Ultima

    1998. The Palisades Center, outside the Lowes Theater. You arrive with our mutual friend Laura. The world blurs, and only you fall into focus. The conversation of Chris and my other friends becomes background muzak to our conversation. We all walk toward a coffee kiosk, where I wanted to buy you a cup, but didn’t.…

  • Miniature Train-Riding

    I almost can’t remember how the trains raced around the track. How Dad and I adjusted knobs and toggled twitches. How town lights turned on and off; how locomotives whirled out of the tunnel. I almost can’t remember how much I miss those times with him. Almost. train tableso much of his lovemade by his…

  • The Patience of Water: a #writephoto #haibun

    Watch the ripples. Then wait for the water to still. See the clear reflection of the white birch growing over from the far shore. See the green of the surrounding canopy in that liquid mirror. Let that stillness become your own. The neighbor walked his golden retriever along the edge of the front yard. The…

  • NOLA Gemini Moments: a #haibun

    What must Mardi Gras be like? Is it revelers pursuing yet another Krew’s ostentacious float? Is it music pouring out of every open door and window? Or crowds of tourists casting down or tossing up sets of beads? Is it influencers drawing onlookers with the lure of lavish costumes? It it a mysterious alchemy of…

  • A Natural Indifference: a #quadrille #haibun

    Parched ground. searing sun. The cacti’s collective yawn. What is a few more degrees to them? Their fibers hoard their water. Their needles guard their excess against the unwary consumer. Why would they care about climate change? temperature spike the unpredictability of coming storms for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #75: Spike up a Poem (pubtended by…

  • #SilentSunday (3/10/19)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!