Author: Frank J. Tassone

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Another Aftermath

Haibun Bird songs, as I awake ahead of the alarm Headache: fruit of the prior day’s tension— or that extra glass of Burgundy Or another gift from that beloved team teacher I work through...

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An Early Present

Haibun We plant petunias at Dad’s grave. I hoe out holes in front of the headstone. Frankie places the plants in and covers their roots with dirt. We plant two rows — three to...

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Ironic Contrasts

Haibun The sun teases us all. A shower of fiery light promises warmth before rain-filled cumulus eclipse it. A spatter of cold drizzle falls. Then stops. A breeze reminiscent of the record-setting bygone winter...

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Another March 23rd

Haibun   Sink into a chair. So tired. Body, weeping aches instead of tears. Meanwhile, Mom copes with Granny’s birthday. Alone. Again. receding snow her occasional cough from downstairs   more by FRANK J....

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Fickle Weather

Haibun A gray canopy scatters in a sudden wind. Sunlight bathes the parched grass in radiance it no longer needs. A moment later, one last cloudbank eclipses the sun. budding Maple yearning for warmer...