Empty Gestures Nothing left to offer but the rain sunset on the Ramapo Mountains not a drop falls more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Frances Gunn first published in Image Curve, May 4, 2017
Meltdown BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 8TH APRIL 2017 Haibun Frankie pounds the brown, floral-print pillow on our Lazy Boy. He screams. Then utters a long series of unintelligible noises. His tear-swollen eyes soon turn red. He never gave us a permission slip to sign. Therefore, he will miss […]
A cloudless sky. A chorus of robins and sparrows marking their territory. Still, it’s too cold for Mira to air-dry her hair on the deck. Besides, we won’t have time to lay about at our leisure. Our great-niece Viviana will be Christened today. We will journey to the […]
Two IEP drafts need to be finished. Every time I think about working on them, a terrible resistance arises. Frankie wakes up at ten–way too late for that pancake breakfast he promised to make. So why is he acting so surly? Two large nests sit in seperate bare […]
First Staff Day ’13-’14 A hot and humid auditorium. Teachers from every school seated, talking. Some near an open window, some fanning themselves. Most sweating. Like me. The newest school’s principal, a woman who looked old enough to need a blue working card, instructs many of us to […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 