Hallowing Loss


A hornet struggles in the air, slow to fly off after a fruitless search under the deck table. Emerald leaves on a barren peach tree doomed to the saw tremble in the slightest summer breeze.

My throat catches. I remember so much. A mother’s glazed stare, a sneer that almost becomes a scowl. A father’s sigh, a fallen face courting despair. The endless outrage in the tension-ridden frowns of critical co-teachers. All of these losses that I refuse to hold, and refuse to cast away.

Then I recall Rumi’s blessed counsel, and shudder, crying dry tears:

“Close your eyes. Fall in Love. Stay there.”

blue sky
another caressing breeze
on my skin and hair


photograph by Kelsey Krajewski

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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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