Frank J. Tassone

Tag: photo

  • First Loss: A #ThrowdownThursday #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve

      The sky-blue Teddy bear towered over me. Charcoal eyes and nose, friendly smile: my parents nestled me in its arms. Mom told me how much I loved that Teddy. One day, the window of my room, which looked out on a sewer grate, opened during a storm. Wet leaves, mud and soaked mulch buried…

  • The Vintage Box Experience

    Photo by Kyle Loftus on Unsplash     They say, “Think outside the box.”   They haven’t had a truly good wine from a box.   Yes, it lacks bourgie bragging rights. But find a better bargain: a volume of good red for a great price.   another glass she wonders why we need another     for…

  • #SilentSunday (8/12/18)

    A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!

  • Ocean City, Maryland Chronicle, Day 5: July 8, 2014: A #ThrowdownThursday #haibun featuring my latest from .@ImageCurve

    breakfast outside a neighbor on his cellphone across the street Frankie’s last tears as we pull away from “home” The boat pulls away from the bayside dock. Our guide points out the history of Assateague Island’s origins (a 1933 storm broke it off the peninsula) and points out fishing vessels docked at West Ocean City,…

  • The Message of Hiroshima Day

    Hiroshima Peace Memorial Ceremony & Peace Message Lantern Floating Ceremony   I watched the Gozilla movies the day after Thanksgiving when I was growing up. The inconic road, the atomic fire, the wanton destruction of Tokyo or other monster: I lapped it all up.   Caught up in my joy, I never understood then what…

  • Pathway: A #writephoto #haibun

      It’s like any other walk through the woods. Light from a westward sun attempts to breach the canopy. It succeeds only in scattering illumination and shadow on the dirt path under our feet. The full fragrance of forest envelops us: Pine, Maple, Chestnut, Oak. Everywhere, the competing songs of robins, sparrows and Jays.  …

  • Portugal Travel Notes #8 (7/12/18)

    The homes in Vilaranda look as worn as ever. Weathered stone, fatigued tile: the mountain village where Mira grew up reflects the aging of its remaining residents. homecoming once-new cobblestones now old Somewhere in Vilaranda We park on off the cobblestone road that runs through the village. Anna, one of Mira’s three deaf-mute cousins, is…

  • A Domestic Disturbance: A #TankaTuesday (7/31/18) #2 #tanka

    Photo by Abigail Lynn on Unsplash     woodchuck burrow the ransacked vegtables in the garden it participates in grooming successors to pillage on   for Kiwinana’s #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 107 – Participate & Grooming