Frank J. Tassone

Tag: #writephoto

  • Arid Hope: a #writephoto #TankaProse

    An endless drought. The resevoir continues to dry out. Wheat and barley fields, once so full of promise, have whilted for want of water. Like everything else. We watch the medicine woman stirring her pot over a fire. She adds dash of some foul-smelling herb, chants a litany in a language none of us understand.…

  • Technical Difficulties: a #writephoto #haibun

    I had a lead on today’s assignment grading, until Frank brought me his replacement phone. “It’s not activating,” he said. The cascade soon followed. Verizon’s website offered no workable options. Customer service proved an overlong wait–interrupted when my doctor’s office finally returned my call. A virtual trouble-shooter ran every protocol without providing a solution. I…

  • 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.…

  • “My Corona…” a #haibun

    All around us, the lists: Wash your hands Keep your hands away from your face Cough in your elbow or inside your shirt Wash you hands In such pandemic times, even simple tasks like shopping take on Herculean proportions. Mira managed to grab the last four-pack of toilet paper left on the shelves at the…

  • These mortal choices: a #Writephoto #TankaProse

    A fresh bank of cumulus clouds floats across the sky. The bare maple branches atop the trees in the front yard gently sway in the light breeze. The near-midafternoon sun casts their pale shadows across neighbors’ houses like so much shadow theater. Except for the cold, it’s a day to visit their grave. Spring with…

  • Werewolvian Wraith: a #writephoto #TankaProse

    We hide from you; flee from you. Still you come. Our ancestors dwelled in the deepest shadows of the thickest forests. Yours cleared trees, built roads, and subjugated any that dared oppose them. Forests dwindled while empires rose and fell. We flee from you; hide from you. Still, you come. You called us monsters. Skin-turners.…

  • An Offering: A #Writephoto #haibun

    Why do you come before me, bearing the cup I cannot bear to drink? Only two days ago, I heard the gospel of the Nativity. You gave birth to your son and laid him in a manger. The Logos, beyond all eternity, incarnate in a newborn. And now, your outstretched hand holds that cup. It’s…

  • Mystery: a Gerry Muse #TankaProse

    11/30/2019: Gerry Muse #183 (mystery) Why do you draw closer? Did the fate of your forebearers mean nothing? I offer you only hardship and ruin. Snow covered trails, rockslides, scrambles and switch-backs: Only the insane attempt such ascents. Yes, I know you want to gaze out at the summit. Savor the Vista so few see.…