Author: Frank J. Tassone

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Pre-Smuggs Insomnia

Haibun Poetry   It’s a quarter to one in the morning. Cricket songs, and the ever-present drone of Thruway traffic, pass through our open bedroom windows. We’ll be on our way to Smuggler’s Notch...

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A Tumultuous Zazen

Haibun Poem   Coldplay’s “the Scientist” plays. Dreamlike imagery arises: a woman handing out cuvards; a drop of Jesus’ blood. Always returning to “wind.” Breathing The bell gongs. I can’t stand up as the...

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First Dokusan

Haibun Poem   I step from behind the screen. Sari sits lotus on the zafu atop a large zabuton. A second zafu lies before her. Bowing, I enter. Bow to her. Sit. She smiles....

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Breaking Through

Haibun Poem Tuesday evening zazen — not an “ease in” sore thighs and forearms burning, mid-spine vertebra numb legs all troubling thoughts from this morning so much crumbled dust no fresher feeling than recovery...

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His Own Assembly

Haibun Poem   Frankie squats on the living room hardwood floor. He grabs a blue, semicircular plastic connector. Then he stares at the directions, makes adjustments and adds a short yellow rod. The “Demon...

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Personal Paschal Mystery

Haibun Poem   You took your last breath. You, the Life, died. Where you could never be, you went. Death, through yours, becomes the door to life. My cousin, who could sit still no...

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Seventh Annual Fun Run

Haibun Poem   Parents in T-shirts and shorts herd their hyperactive children to the starting line. We ignore the green-shirted volunteer speaking through a bullhorn. Other volunteers attempt to corral us to one-half of...