Frank J. Tassone

Tag: prosery

  • Thunderstruck: an #AmericanSentence #haibun

    She straightens her hair. Her hands guide the flattening iron as its jaws clench on locks of wavy hair. Snippets of steam rise before she draws the iron down and then grasps another strand. There must be some occasion. But it’s too early for our newphew’s wedding. Lightening dances across thunderheads that encroach the sky.…

  • Ultimatum: an #AmericanSentence #Haibun/#Prosery

    The fires grow. Fallen men groan, holding their trembling hands over hemorrhaging wounds. A rancid odor worsens. The mansion that served as a warlord’s fortress begins collapsing in on itself. Neither of us care. We face each other, ten paces between us. Firelight flickers off of our swords. The coldness in his eyes belies his…

  • Ultimate Conversations: an #AmericanSentence #Haibun / #Prosery

    “Did it make a difference?” Jaimie wasn’t sure if there was a point to asking. Would Death even answer? The figure shrugged. “Does it ever?” “But it has too,” Jaimie said, “I can’t have sacrificed my life for nothing.” “No, not for nothing,” Death answered, “For time. For those whom you love.” Jaimie sighed, “When…

  • Masters Dual: an #AmericanSentence #haibun

    You play a dangerous game, coming to my playground, while a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. You are not the most or least dangerous enemy I’ve faced. You are simply the latest. Think again. Do you not see the luscious violence that consumes these streets? Arbiters of order yield…

  • The End of an Apocalyptic Affair: a #writephoto #AmericanSentence #Haibun #Prosery

    How did we go wrong? She and I had a perfect love. Oh, how we played God with the first Homo Sapiens. Ah, their luscious suffering and inevitable end! She laughed at their wheezing, fevers, and cold sweats. I sighed as I drew away their last breath. Millenia after millenia, we danced across the Earth.…

  • Sentinel Dome Ascent: an #AmericanSentence #haibun

    I pause to catch my breath. Panting follow panting, as my hands clench my knees, but I can’t get enough. Mira looks on in concern. The ascent above glacial point taxed us both, while our Cross-Country-running trained son ascended with envious ease. She prepares to speak when I stand up straight. I nod. “Are you…

  • Lamentatio Super Mortuo: An #AmericanSentence #Prosery #Haibun

    Samhain! As the Veil thins, and mists thicken, we gather to cross over. We again walk the Earth upon which we lived. What do we see this night? Our descendent’s children parade from house to house, costumed as creatures of the night that they’ve taken to calling us! Where is our feasting hall? The cups…

  • Sequoian Soliloquy: a #Prosery #AmericanSentence #haibun

    What life do you imagine you have lived? I pierced the soil and first touched the sun when your ancestors laid the foundations of their castles in your “old country.” I basked in the sun for hundreds of your years before the conquistadors first saw me. Fire, drought, pestilence I endured; I even bear the…