Frank J. Tassone

Tag: photo

  • The Folly of Dashed Expectations: a #writephoto #haibun (12/5/18)

       The forecast called for a few flurries. A wide ribbon of immaculate snow should not cover the road. The sight of naked branches behind the wire fence is odd enough. A field ripe for harvesting usually greets me instead.   Sudden snowfall is an unwelcome suprise. But then again, what should I expect? Winter…

  • Covert Essentials: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (12/4/18)

      Wind-tossed hair. Light rippling across turf-pounding crests. The roar of sea slapping land. The whirl of wind peeling around a bluff jutting into a foamy sea. The intimacy of losing every sense of separation from creation, amidst the battering elements that intoxicate every sense. The stillness inherent in the movement of wind and water.…

  • Cheering Down the Darkness: a #Quadrille #haibun

      So little to celebrate. Raging wildfires. Persecuted refugees. Genocidal shootings.  A hate-frothing darkness threatens to swallow all. For what can we cheer?   That light shines in the darkness. That Love drives out hate. That we can.   Holy Days another lit candle piercing the gloom       for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #70: Poems…

  • My Daily #Haiku #2 (12/2/18)

    Maranatha another Advent begins

  • Awaiting the Doctor: An .@ImageCurve #haibun

        Conversations carry on outside the grain-laminate door. Papers rustle. A phone rings with a staccato four-beat tone in the key of “E”. Lights hum. I sit in the last examination room on the left. A middle-aged Filipina in sky-blue scrubs measures my blood pressure. Her eyes widen. “Let me take it on your…

  • Brookside Pedagogy: A #writephoto #haibun

       “Do you not see?” the nymph asks.   Her mischevious smile implies that the answer should be obvious. But no sensible response comes to mind. “Whatever the path, the way through is always one step at a time, placed in the right place at the right time.” She finishes her pronouncement with her hands…

  • Thanksgiving 2013: An Excerpt from Autumnal Trilogy: 3 Haibun – an .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    Thanksgiving, 2013 The first crisis: the VCR won’t record the Macy’s Day Parade. All repair attempts fail. Mom and I brace for Robert’s outburst of anger and disappointment. It never comes. a sunlit lawn parade balloons overshadow Sixth Avenue Robert helps me bring up tables during commercials. Frankie is supposed to act as a “scout”…

  • Thanksgiving Weekend 2012: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted walls and freshly-washed tile. Blackness. A slow awakening, questions. How did I get here? Why did I wake up in Dad’s bed? All I…