Tag: photo
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#SilentSunday (5/13/18)
A rest from #haiku Happy Mother’s Day! See you Monday.
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Second Anniversary: A #SenryuSaturday #TankaProse
December 24, 2011 Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Liz call me. They thought about me today. I knew the anniversary was coming, but I forgot it was actually today. I had memorialized my father’s anniversary in haibun. The ones I’d written for Mom remain in my handwritten journals, which I’ve yet to type up and…
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Osiarian Relics: A #FreestyleFriday (5/11/18) #writephoto #haibun
See where standing stones fell. Witness the last embrace of Earth by two fallen Tuatha De Danann. Shed your tears on their cold granite corpses, sheltered by some cosp of oak and maple. Nothing more can you hope to do for them, you sons and daughters of Celts. Your ancestors hungered for new…
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#ThrowdownThursday (5/10/18): Another Mother’s Day?… my latest .@ImageCurve #haibun
Another Mother’s Day? Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public. She loses her breath rising from one chair and moving to another, despite the pulse-births of oxygen from her portable…
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Our Esoteric Toil: A #quadrille #haibun
She gathers dandelions for a new herbal tea. While I muddle words, photographs, and impressions to craft an epiphany among the ephemora. The last robins and chicadees could care less. Their evening song carries on. a clouded sunset among the dogwood bloom a woodpecker for dVerse Poets Quadrille #56– Muddle,…
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#Silent Sunday (5/6/18)
a rest from #haiku. See you tomorrow!
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#Senryu Saturday (5/5/18)
Cinco de Mayo performers at the White House. Wikimedia commons Cinco de Mayo Hacienda De Manuel filled with caucasians
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The Untold Tale of a Staircase: a #writephoto #haibun
Who would descend such a staircase? A Quincenara introduced to high society? A bride approaching her groom? Or an matronly host of an elite inn catering only to the jet-setting crowd? Morning light bathes the steps through east-facing windows, and a breeze rustles the translucent curtains. So just what occasion would occur on such…
Frank J. Tassone 