Frank J. Tassone

Tag: photo

  • Solstitial Circadian Rythms: a #haibun

    The sun set at 4:31. Our drive home from the urgent care center held none of the cares such a ride would suggest. My son needed a required COVID test to satisfy the State’s requirement for his safe participation in school. Whenever it reopens after the holiday. Now, the deep of the longest night settles…

  • “sunset…” a #jisey (11/19/20)

    sunset and still, my ripples entertwine yours after this dragon-ride the ecstasy of rest I hosting over at dVerse, where we write Jisei (Japanese Death Poems). The pub is open! Come join us!

  • Halloween in the time COVID

    The air chills. The last twilight bows before night. The black clouds drift before the Hunter’s moon. There should be children out. Trick or treating. Parading up and down the street in their meme costumes. But only one walks the road, dressed as the Red Death. The unmitigated gall, considering this pandemic year. We should…

  • Period 5 Accommodations: a .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    Ki-on carries on. Carmen manipulates. Carlos and Justin complain. Ibrahim defies. Seated in a horseshoe formation, in a corner room, they test me while taking their tests. I feel the familiar sensations: tightening in the throat and chest, tension in the neck and shoulders, gritted teeth. My frustration rises. This time, however, I become aware…

  • PSA: A Revelation (10/22/20)

    It has been a week. That is the longest absence I’ve had from blogging during a non-vacation week. I have missed you. And Haikai. Why, you ask? Stephen King wrote that “Writing is a support system for life, not the other way around.” Life is happening for the Tassone family. Our son works toward attaining…

  • Exploring Peekskill: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

    The traffic is bumper-to-bumper south of Anthony Wayne Recreation Area. A five-minute drive to the first exit for Bear Mountain takes an hour. When we learn the park is closed, due to reaching capacity, we realize we won’t make Oktoberfest. parked carson the highway medianfoot traffic Peekskill’s Downtown Art district consists of a short row…

  • Transformations: a #Tanka-prose

    The cold and the dark press in. No matter. I find my root, cry out from the depths of my center, then let go. The searing light and incendiary heat of the arising Spirit ignite an ordinary despair into an extraordinary hope. How could it be any other way? even as crickets and cicadas sing…

  • PSA: my 4th Blogiversary

    Four years. The first I blogged about once a week—until #NPM 2017. I posted a #haikai poem a day that April. Amazingly, my daily views began to rise. Four years later, I have nearly 800 followers—two-hundred more than last year. I’m exceeding last years numbers of monthly views. I’m averaging over a hundred per day.…