Frank J. Tassone

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  • Haunted Wandering: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse (10/9/18)

        The spindly branches of naked oaks become grasping, withered hands in the waning light. An engulfing fog obscures the peering eyes of curious nocturnals. The single light of the A-frame, jutting out of the fog and trees, offers the only refuge.   And not an inviting one.   Try to ignore every horror…

  • The definition of Yuk: a #renga #quadrille

        horseback perils manure in the making in line of sight   the downside of riding in line and trailside snacking on the way   step by step the definition of yuk on the soiled ground   the wretched stink that stays long after the last ride ends     for dVerse Quadrille #66…

  • #SilentSunday (10/7/18)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • Just Fish: a #writephoto #haibun

      Another jerk of the fishing rod. Another long cast beyond the rocks to the deeper water in the bay. Perhaps there will be another catch. Perhaps not.   It doesn’t matter. The time in solitude, with not another soul in sight, matters. The opportunity to slow the rush of life responsibilities to a hault…

  • Foretaste of Fall: A #TBT #haibun featuring my latest from @ImageCurve (10/4/18)

    It’s cool this morning. The maple beside the deck still holds a canopy of lush, verdant leaves. The Pygmy Chinese maple offers no hint of any loss. The lawn is as green—and overgrown—as ever. Nevertheless, it feels more like an Autumn morning. Like the ones that will return soon. lone sparrow singing another sip of…

  • A comforting scent: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse #2 (10/2/18)

      The aroma of a campfire. The smell of burning oak or pine. There’s so much comfort in that scent.   Every story I’ve told or listen to rises like smoke from the embers of neglected memory when I smell a campfire. Stories like the one at a boy scout campout, in which our senior…

  • Hawk Dual: a Gunslinger’s Initiation (a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse 10/2/18)

    What was it like for young Roland Deschain to face his mentor Cort armed only with David? What was it like to battle for mastery, risking exile, using one of “God’s own gunslinger?” A screech. A flash of sunlight off talons that claw flesh off bone. The answering smack of wood against feathers and bones.…

  • 2nd Blogversary (10/1/18)

      Two years!   I hoped to attract 100 followers in a year last year. I didn’t.   I quadrupled that amount!   402 followers! A year of #haikai challenges! Some of highest views and visitors I’ve had since I began blogging. All thanks to you, dear readers! Thank you for helping me to have…