Tag: photo
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#SilentSunday (2/24/19)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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An Unspoken Story: a #writephoto #haibun
A fist punches through the very earth, only to petrify as a standing stone. Another titan prevented from tormenting the world, perhaps? Or is the stone not a fist, but one of the Fianna, stepping out of Kairos into Chronos, like old Oisin himself? Another hero bearing the burden of one cataclysmic choice. Or is…
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First reading in Twenty Years: A #TBT #Haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
Suffern Poetry hosts an Open Mic in the community room, on the top floor of Suffern’s Village Hall. Rows of chairs, separated by one aisle, lead to the “stage”—an open space at the front of the room, facing the audience. A counter separates the main room from a small kitchenette. Florescent lights in a soft…
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A White Priviledge Witness: a #haibun
Binghamton, 1991. We all sat in a downtown restaurant. A waiter took all of our orders–except for our friend seated at the head of the table. He was the only one among us with a brown complexion. waning moon an “I meant no offense” too little too late The Bronx, 2010s. One of my students,…
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Our Time: a #Writephoto #haibun
“Red sky in morning, sailor take warning.” That may be. We risk the coming storm, nevertheless. The risen sun pierces the massed cumulus that threaten the fierce deluge to come, as though it honors our courage. Perhaps it does. We have faced torrents before. We will do so again, as we always have. Together. winter…
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First Kiss: a #quadrille #haibun
Our second date. We walked through the Bear Mountain Zoo and Trailside Museum, stopping outside the Amphibian House. She saw toddlers and smiled. Holding her, I bent my head in. For our first kiss. tulip blossom all of our love after all these years for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #73: A Prelude to a Kiss (Pubtended by…
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Our first conversation, Lynn
It’s Friday, July 18th. We start to say grace when my phone rings. Without looking, I know it’s you. My dish of penne remains in the microwave as I see your name on the incoming call. You ask about the weather, my writing, and work. I answer what I can. And savor the soft, resigned…
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#SilentSunday (2/3/19)
Now, a rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
Frank J. Tassone 