Tag: photo
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Animus: a #MonokuMonday (10/16/2017) water #haibun for #dversepoets #HaibunMonday and #withrealtoads (5/31/18)
Animus A six-person river raft bobbing up and down in the frigid Animus River. A paddle stretched out too far. One rapid, knocking me overboard. beyond white foam so many spruces Break the surface. Still holding the safety line circling the raft. My face, slapped by the river. Again. Again. Back under. Bubbles from…
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#Silent Saturday 9/30/27…a rest from #haiku
Join me tomorrow for my first blogging anniversary! See you then!
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By the Waterfall: A #Throw-down Thursday (9/7/17) #haibun featuring my latest from @.ImageCurve
We take our first hike of this season on the Pine Meadow trail. Soon, we diverge onto the yellow-marked trail at the first junction. The clouds of early morning break apart. The sun pierces every gap in the Maple and Douglas Fir canopy. We reach the waterfall, just past the rock scramble along the…
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Wayback Wednesday 8/16/17: a #Thanksgiving gone wrong…#writephoto #haibun #haiku #poetry
Conflicted Expectations We cleared gravy-stained plates and tainted wine glasses. The remains of the turkey could feed the five of us for days. It was the first year we didn’t host. Mom and Dad invited us downstairs instead. We had arranged to eat dinner with them and then travel to my Sister-in-law’s for dessert. She…
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#haiku happenings #5: THF’s Book of the Week: a distant star
Courtesy of today’s Troutswirl: Book of the Week: a distant star
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Silent Sunday: a rest from #haiku
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ICYMI: my latest #Haibun #Poetry: Ascension | .@ImageCurve
Ascension BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 10TH AUGUST 2017 Haibun A flash of red. A cardinal perches high on a prematurely blossoming maple. He marks his territory, repeatedly singing the same crescendo. Moments later, he’s gone. No bird takes his place. Ides of March pine needles fluttering in the wind more by FRANK J. TASSONE photo by Jessica Furtney on Unsplash…
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Way-back Wednesday 8/9/17: …a grandmother the morning after… #haibun #haiku #poetry
The Morning After Her cup of Columbian Supremo cools atop of a crumpled copy of the Journal News, spread over the kitchen table like leaves across the lawn. She stands by the kitchen sink, inhales another drag on a half-smoked Marlboro, stares out the window, not seeing the cracked blacktop or the rust on the…
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