Frank J. Tassone

Tag: #writephoto

  • The Patience of Water: a #writephoto #haibun

    Watch the ripples. Then wait for the water to still. See the clear reflection of the white birch growing over from the far shore. See the green of the surrounding canopy in that liquid mirror. Let that stillness become your own. The neighbor walked his golden retriever along the edge of the front yard. The…

  • This March Madness: a #writephoto #haibun

    Sunlight from an unclouded sky radiates the snow-covered lawns of the neighborhood. This winter that gently bleated in its youth roars in its dotage. Nevertheless, the gates of seasonal change stand ajar, as the vernal equinox approaches. Soon the blossoms will unfold. The botanical gardens will yield their bloom. The morning air will echo with…

  • An Unspoken Story: a #writephoto #haibun

    A fist punches through the very earth, only to petrify as a standing stone. Another titan prevented from tormenting the world, perhaps? Or is the stone not a fist, but one of the Fianna, stepping out of Kairos into Chronos, like old Oisin himself? Another hero bearing the burden of one cataclysmic choice. Or is…

  • Our Time: a #Writephoto #haibun

    “Red sky in morning, sailor take warning.” That may be. We risk the coming storm, nevertheless. The risen sun pierces the massed cumulus that threaten the fierce deluge to come, as though it honors our courage. Perhaps it does. We have faced torrents before. We will do so again, as we always have. Together. winter…

  • Rollar-coastering Climate: a #writephoto #haibun

    The latest “Storm of the century” dropped a mere inch of snow. Frozen rain fell after, adding an icy crust to snow that it didn’t dissolve. The next day, frigid temperatures that rose no higher than ten degrees Farenheit transformed that snow into icy plains. cold sparrows the biting wind around the funeral home Two…

  • Rebirth: a #writephoto #haibun

    Sunrise. The clouds layered across the sky like scales remind me of the saying “red sky in morning, sailor take warning.” But I fear no rain. It’s a new day. The bare leaves broadcast the season of snow to come. Winter will have its due. But I fear no snow. It’s a new day. I…

  • Another Rain Meditation: a #writephoto #haibun

    A soft rainfall. I settle on the zafu in our bedroom. Pale light from the cloud-covered sky bathes my back from the window. I breathe. Sit. Breathe. Center. As each thought seizes my attention, I return to my awareness of my breath. Return to my original intention, to be present to the Presence. To bear…

  • The Message of the Nativity: a #writephoto #TankaProse

    passing light a virgin’s assent saves us all What better effort from the heart can we expect? The last light of the shortest day casts a pallid orange across an empty sky. Caesar’s decree ensures that a speck of a city like Bethlehem will quickly overflow. The carpenter that leads a donkey laden with his…