Author: Frank J. Tassone

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First Experience

Haibun   The family room lights are off. Daylight streams through windows flanking the chimney. She and I sit on a plaid-upholstered couch in an awkward silence. We broke up last week over an...

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Another Day Passes

Haibun   The sky deepens from blue to violet. The last dull, orange line above the darkened Ramapo Mountains fades. A distant cloud carries a hint of it along. Twilight comes. It’s Friday. The...

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Legacy’s Beginning

Haibun   She has grime on her hood and quarter panels. A torn fender and scuffed tire guards. Some scratches. But she is midnight black with heated leather seats and a moon roof. Her...

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Outback’s End

Haibun   A plastic box filled with a white-russian colored film. Corrosion in the slots where cylinders fit. A technician’s solemn expression: “In twenty years, it’s always a cracked engine block.” After 9 years...

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This Year’s Christmas Tree

Haibun   Deep Evergreen. Full. Red and gold balls and bells; tops with gilded bands; Russian-esque spires all around. Four sets of lights; the white nina doll ornaments Mira loves. The giant bow. Our...

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Morning in Late Autumn

Haibun   Bare branches stretch toward a gray sky like the gnarled fingertips of a Norse Crone. They sway in sudden gusts of wind. Fallen leaves rattle on paving stones. A solitary hawk circles...

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Thanksgiving Weekend 2012

Haibun Poem   Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted...