Frank J. Tassone

Tag: photo

  • Unsurvived Life

    “One can live without having survived.” Carolyn Forche     “You’ve been living in a dream world.” –Morpheus, to Neo; The Matrix   I didn’t survive the second birth certificate. They killed me with official typeface and fresh signatures. Now, I live—shadowed within a new name. The un-memory of my only bottle feeding by my…

  • Rebel Treatment: a #FreestyleFriday #sonnet #haibun

    photo by michael baumann, flickr     starlight listening to the frogs croaking   Revolutionary Hudson river The Dutch named your greatest width Tappan Zee. Your waters ever a generous giver, bearing fish and trade goods down to the sea. How many shots Red Coats and Patriots trade along your vast and everstretching shore? How many…

  • #Silent Sunday (4/15/18)

    A rest from #haiku     See you tomorrow!

  • Pathfinding Perils: A #writephoto #haibun

      So many footsteps to follow. So little time before the tide comes in. Another path of footprints: Are they the ones? What about the footprints I leave? Who will follow those?   the difference between knowing and walking the path ebb tide     for Susan’s Thursday photo prompt: Footprints #writephoto     #GloPoWriMo2018 /…

  • Backyard Delight: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Backyard Delight     The apple tree’s trunk split into two like outstretched open arms. A step onto a stump and an arm around one of the splits ensured an easy climb. Dean and I sat on that great branch many summer days when the foliage concealed us from prying eyes below. We imagined we…

  • A Haikai Ars Poetica

      The tai chi windchime’s melody plays without ceasing. Spindly, naked branches atop towering locus trees sway. Grasshoppers chirp in a choral counterpoint to the bass drone of the Friday evening rush-hour. Shrivelled, potted daffidils bathe in the late afternoon sun. A hawk soars in a tight circle high above the tallest Locus. The warmest…

  • My Domestic Landscape: a #haibun

      Walk down Victory Road. The Ramapo Mountains rise above the cluster of Maples around the Mahwah River. Trees line the front yards of the diverse houses flanking the street. They are an aboreal honor guard for passersby. Their sunburst colors in Autumn will arrest you in your tracks. Close your mouth before the flies…

  • #Throwdown Thursday (4/12/18): Shepherd’s Call…my latest #haibun on .@ImageCurve

    Shepherd’s Call     Each year, The Catholic Church celebrates Christ the Good Shepherd. A common Gospel reading for that Sunday Liturgy is the Gospel of John, in which Jesus Christ calls himself “the good Shepherd.” (John 10: 14) and says that his sheep “hear my voice.” (John 10:27) What do I hear? The tweets,…