haibun poem


Frankie pounds the brown, floral-print pillow on our Lazy Boy. He screams. Then utters a long series of unintelligible noises. His tear-swollen eyes soon turn red.

He never gave us a permission slip to sign. Therefore, he will miss the fifth grade versus faculty basketball game. Entirely.

Neither fact stops my heart from breaking for him.

starless night
last whimpers in
a damp pillow


photograph by Sean Gorman

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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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