Author: Frank J. Tassone

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Father’s Day ’13

Haibun The crescendos of a jazz trumpeter blend with the plucked strings of a stand-up bass and the percussion of drums. The trio plays on as we snack on crackers and cheese, our backs...

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A Different Perspective

Haibun   Cotton ball clouds reflect off the paneled windows of Mountainside Hospital— like a view of the sky through the eyes of a fly. shade on a hot June day leaves flutter  ...

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A Rest at Lake Skanatatti

Haibun Sunlight flashes off the ripples spreading across Lake Skanatatti. We sit on a courtyard-sized outcropping. A Brazilian woman with a flower tattoo on her bare left shoulder talks into a two-way radio. Her...

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Gray on Gray

Haibun Calcified gray dust rests on the screen of the bathroom window. Staining the sight of turned, sagging leaves under a gray sky. Leaves that wait for the next deluge or tempest. third day...

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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...