Tag: photo
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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…
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Conflicted Expectations: A Wayback Wednesday (8/16/17) #Thanksgiving gone wrong #writephoto #haibun
We cleared gravy-stained plates and tainted wine glasses. The remains of the turkey could feed the five of us for days. It was the first year we didn’t host. Mom and Dad invited us downstairs instead. We had arranged to eat dinner with them and then travel to my Sister-in-law’s for dessert. She hosted dinner…
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Post-Thanksgiving Gratitude: a #PSA #haibun
Sometimes it’s important to take a step back. That’s why I needed an extended recess: to step back, reflect, and listen. To what my writer’s intuition tells me with a calm, clear mind. To rest the creativity that I draw on to write. To clearly follow the path of poetry. I have done…
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#SilentSunday (11/18/18)
A well-needed rest from #haiku I will take an early Thanksgiving break this week. See you next Monday.
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#Performance Announcement (11/17/18)
I hope to perform tonight. How about you? November the Open Mic awaits Come for the Poetry, stay for the love. Or Vice Versa!
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Virgil’s Lament: a #writephoto #haibun (11/16/18)
Did I live lone enough to see the Eagle soar? Surely I did not survive to it fall. And yet, over and over, from this shadow of the living world ever beyond time, I see the Eagle rise anew. Only to see it fall again. Would that Augustus had listened to me!…
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An Awaited Turn in the Weather: A #TBT #Haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
Ever experience a turn in the weather?
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Ode to a Certain Age: a #haibun
Should I praise you? There are those that would say, “Consider the alternative.” It’s hard to gainsay them, but does that mean I owe you such gratitude that I should sing adulations? You, in whom the aches compound. You, in whom I glance in the mirror, and each time notice more of…
Frank J. Tassone 