Frank J. Tassone

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  • #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,…

  • My New York: A City Love Affair

      I could write about the first time I saw New York City. How the skyline of Manhattan drew the wows only a child utters at their sight. How the Circle line showed me the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Tower, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center–all in their lit glory.   I…

  • #Silent Sunday (4/8/18

    A rest from #haiku. See you tomorrow!

  • A Complementary Conversation

      I am the lost one. You venture across your own ways, while I stumble in the dark. How will I know where to walk if you leave me alone? You have always left me alone. Here I am, crying dry tears and screaming in silence. Where are you? Why do you abandon me?  …

  • #Freestyle Friday (4/6/18): a little “Tai Chi Practice” courtesy of .@ImageCurve

    Tai Chi Practice     “White Crane Spreads its Wings” Sunlight rippling off the Ramapo River Deep breath in. During commencement, I raise soft, rounded arms. They ascend, roll and descend. Deep breath out. As I pivot and “roll the ball.” Empty, fill. Breathe in, breathe out. Brush knee left. Then the rest of the…

  • A Natural History of My Holy Places

    Photo by Matt Cannon on Unsplash   The enclosed portch of our basement apartment in a three-family house. A tricycle turned upside-down. The hum of its spinning wheels, opening me…    shimmering sunlight across a rippling lake   The wooded path opens to a green hill with memorial stones. A paved road passes a waterfall, its roar reminding…

  • #Throwdown Thursday (4/5/18): Losing Grandma…my latest #haibun on .@ImageCurve

    Losing Grandma     I don’t remember Grandma’s death. The only flash of memory is a snippet of conversation, and a flash of grief and concern on Mom’s face. My most clear memory of Grandma: she would squeeze my cheeks between her index and middle fingers and then twist. Simultaneously, her Calabrais face in mine,…

  • #Silent Sunday (4/1/18)

    A rest from #haiku     Happy Easter!   See you tomorrow.