Uninvited Celebrants

Haibun Poetry Form, Celebrate with Music

Haibun Poetry

 

We had plans for my birthday worked out when the French door opens. Five minutes later Mom and Dad sit at our kitchen table. As often happens living in a mother-daughter home.

“We didn’t know what you guys were doing,” Dad says, “We bought a cheesecake.”

“We celebrated last night,” I reply.

“That was for Robert, since he was home,” Mom answers.

“What about the Realtor’s party?”

The one they were supposed to make without us.

Mira wipes the counter. Showing only her stiff back and cringing shoulders. Frankie pulls a kitchen chair to the sink and opens the faucet.

“Wash your hands in the bathroom,” she shouts.

He continues to run the water. “Do what she says!” I snap.

He jumps down from the chair, runs into the bathroom and slams the door. I sigh and shut the faucet.

Dad and Mom get up. “We’ll go to the Realtor’s party,” she says, “you’ve got your hands full.”

Veteran’s Day
Puzzled parents carry an
unlit Birthday cake

more by FRANK J. TASSONE

Photograph by Ryan McGuire

 

 

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

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