Frank J. Tassone

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  • Smuggs Chronicle ’14: Interlude II: Meditation moment this morning (an .@ImageCurve #Haibun)

    Tightness in my throat. Remembering Mrs. Zengo’s confused disappointment. How hurt those brown eyes in that wrinkly forehead that creased with her frown. How sorry I felt—and unforgiven—until she realized I brought in an egg for another student’s recipe. I had overheard their conversation and mistakenly thought I needed to bring in that hard-boiled egg.…

  • A Quart-milk Container Bird Enthusiast

    It is a pretty bird. An Arts and Crafts instructor at Woodland camp showed us how to make them out of quart-milk containers. She dips papier mache wrapping into different colored dyes to make the foliage. Then she wraps the papier mache around the container. She walks around the paint-splattered tables in the cavernous, beige-painted…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 6: July 30, 2014

    She serves from half-court. I return forearm. She backhands it over the net. I race into position and pivot, delivering the best backhand of our volley. Did she return it? Did I? Getting water later, I say, “We’ve progressed from terrible to rotten.” Tennis court bathed in sunlight slapping sounds We return from the country…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 5: July 29, 2014 | Image Curve

    The Sterling Pond trail sharply ascends the forested slope of Sterling Mountain. The Smuggler’s caves, rest rooms and parking lot lie across Route 108, nestled beneath Mount Mansfield’s western ridge. Step-like stones lead to rocks, soil and roots. We breathe hard before the first straight-away. Finally, we make it to the pond. Different couples and…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 4, July 28, 2014: My latest .@ImageCurve #Haibun

    Rain falls steady. I see the faint lines of its passage from my perch on the sofa. Classical music—a composition sounding suspiciously like circus music—plays on Vermont Public Radio. Three years with little rain: we had a good run. We therefore settle in for a cozy downtime, having earned $100 American Express gift card for…

  • Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 3, July 27, 2014

    We arrive at the Notch Squad tent. Alison, a stocky, twenty-something woman smiles and greets us. A few moments later, she moves all of us—a handful of kids and parents—to Rigabello’s, since camp is on thunder watch. Only the building is locked. Huddled under a yawning as the rain pours, I ask, “Alright, who hasn’t…

  • Smuggs ‘14 Chronicle, Part I: Day 1, July 25, 2014

    The rust-colored bridge—Thaddeus something—looms ahead.. The sign next to it: Mohawk River—Erie Canal. After two-and-a-half hours driving north, we enter the heart of the capital region, just south of the Adirondacks. I’m so excited that I tell Frankie. His reaction? So what? through the Gateway shimmering sunlight on rippling water Lunch at the Glens Falls…

  • Weathering Storms: my latest .@ImageCurve #TBT #haibun

    A cool breeze rustles the topmost leaves in the backyard. It spreads the white and gray cumulus clouds that enshroud the sky in a mass of growing darkness. It feels so much cooler than yesterday. I sit on the chaise as Mira prepares an early dinner and Frankie does whatever he wants. The crease on…