Another Mother’s Day?


Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public.

She loses her breath rising from one chair and moving to another, despite the pulse-births of oxygen from her portable machine.

We all sit down to a meal of barbequed chicken and ribs, filet mignon, yellow rice and fries, hot dogs. She eats one piece of chicken, half of a hot dog and less than a cup of rice and fries. All of which she washes down with two glasses of Chianti.

But she thanks us. And she and I enjoy one of our good, quiet conversations. Both conveniently ignore the question.

Is this her last?

surrounding the maple tree
her empty glass


photo by Paul Paul

The Writers Manifesto


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. My haiku has been published by the Haiku Foundation. My senryu has been published in Failed Haiku. I regularly perform haibun and other haikai with Rockland Poets. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet. Visit my website to see more of my poetry. Follow me on twitter @fjtassone2 and like my Facebook page American Haijin for updates on my latest work.

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