Tag: photo
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#SilentSunday (10/21/18)
a rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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First Contact: A #TBT (10/18/18) #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
Lynn’s “a” looks like mine. I hesitate for a second, pray, then open the envelop. Inside lies a folded card with artwork from the Met. Her handwritten message—written right-side to left—begins by thanking me for my “kindness.” Next, she comments on my “enlightened parents” and the importance of “good nurturing.” Then she asks about my…
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Regret: A #TankaProse (10/17/18)
So much bounty that we always took for granted. Always wanting more, never enjoying what we had. Until we realized–too late–that time was the one scarcity that mattered. Now, our hall remains empty. Others take possession of what was ours. All that remains of us is the echo of our coveting. The “hungry…
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Arachne’s Song: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (10/16/18)
Call me Arachne. What? Do you not like what you see? Am I so unsightly, that you stand repulsed? It is as it should be, then, for those that contend with the Gods. Whether they win or not. I knew my weaving supreme on earth and in heaven. When Athene herself could not…
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#SilentSunday (10/14/18)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow
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A Prairie’s Soliloquy: a #writephoto #haibun (10/13/2018)
I am the desert wearing withered grass. You have sought to tame me time and again. Bring your livestock to graze. Clear my native flora for your wheat fields. And time and again, I have proven how wild I remain. The scouring winds delight to play across my arid beard, and see how they…
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“Sneaky Frankie, Tricky Frankie,”: A #TBT #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve
I didn’t see what he took out of the ‘frig. I only found out after I saw his PB & J sandwiches. Waves of Reddi-Whip covered the top of each. lunch in the shade his pen drawing of the Empire State Building Photo by Andrii Fadin first published in Image Curve, October 11, 2018…
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An Owlic Meditation on My Name: a #TankaTuesday (on a Wednesday) #TankaProse (10/10/18)
sunset last squeak of a mouse snatched by an owl Yes, my name means freedom, and truthful. Truly, a name fit for the gospel, for does not Jesus say, “Know the truth, and the truth will set you free…”? But Frank is not my only name. I once had another. And…
Frank J. Tassone 