Author: Frank J. Tassone

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Awakening Joy

Haibun As I pour out pills to sort into daily containers. As his fingers dig into my armpit, and my laughter ensues. As I get ready for bed with a stuffy head. The raw...

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An Unimportant Failure

Nothing worth remembering. That fifth period class—where Moesha braided Katherine’s hair, Neina screamed; and Chastery, Jowayne and Zaire did no work—fades to insignificance. No homes called, no repercussions planned—only the slightest sense that my...

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Arboreal Awakening

The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too. We will enjoy...

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Faith Amidst Doubt?

Haibun Simon said in reply, “Master, we have worked hard all night and have caught nothing, but at your command I will lower the nets.” Luke 5:5, New American Bible   How did you...

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Weekend-feeling Weekday

Weekend-feeling Weekday Sharon Van Etten’s Taking Chances croons in my earbuds. Late afternoon heat breaks, and a pale-blue sky remains at sunset. Some cardinal flies from branch to branch, as the hoot of an...

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Such Monotony

Another day.   Students to nudge to work or be silent, while others teach. While I remain voiceless…   Another day.   IEPs to write. The implications of the difference to face. Between where...

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Avian Antics

A red-breasted robin leaps onto a high, thin branch on the apple tree. Branch and bird swing up and down three times. Then it flies. A nearby maple tree’s high branch swings up and...