Alone In The Morning

haibun poem


Sensations. The gurgle of the coffee maker. The hum of the refrigerator. The banging of the pipes as the heat turns on. My reflection off the storm door. The grainy patterns of manufactured scratches on the “grandma’s” kitchen table. The ticking of the clock on the soffit above the entryway. The lingering taste of butter, a plain bagel, an over easy egg, a hot cup of coffee with milk and sugar substitute.

Thoughts. Avicius’ “Wake me up.” Remembering of Mom at Nyack Hospital. Imagining her taking her last breath, her wake and funeral, the distribution of her property, guardianship of my brother.

I am not ready for any of it!

microwave clock
reads 6:08 and counting
a pre-dawn sky


photograph by Eric Barbeau

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Frank J. Tassone

Frank J. Tassone lives in New York City's "back yard" with his wife and son. He fell in love with writing after he wrote his first short story at age 12 and his first poem in high school. He began writing haiku and haibun seriously in the 2000s. His haikai poetry has appeared in Failed Haiku, Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online, Contemporary Haibun, The Haiku Foundation and Haiku Society of America member anthologies. He is a contributing poet for the online literary journal Image Curve, and a performance poet with Rockland Poets. When he's not writing, Frank works as a special education high school teacher in the Bronx. When he's not working or writing, he enjoys time with his family, meditation, hiking, practicing tai chi and geeking out to Star Wars, Marvel Cinema and any other Sci-Fi/Fantasy film and TV worth seeing.

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