Disgruntled Errand Run
Three library books with me that I don’t intend to return. Three at home that I intended to return. Credit accrued and surrendered just to return a viola. Nearly $100 for two baseball mitts....
Author: Frank J. Tassone
First Taste of Summer
The Torne Valley Vineyard occupies a former estate that overlooks the Ramapo River. It offers lunch and outdoor seating. We’ve tried to dine there since Father’s Day. Now, we sit at a table for...
Tears and a Torn Conscience
She puts her head down and cries, “I’ve let down you teachers. I’m stupid.” I try to console her. She asks, “Can’t you give me a list of vocabulary? So I can understand?” I...
First Sleepover
Frankie hugs us tightly. As he lets go, his eyes hold back a hint of tears, the ones that betray the hesitancy we all share. “Ok. Goodbye,” he says. He and his friend Stephan...
Another Mother’s Day?
Haibun Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public. She loses her...
Relaxing into Another Weekend
Haibun Mira hands me a full glass of Chianti. “Happy Friday!” We clank glasses as we toast. I take my first sip. Dark wood taste explodes on my tongue. I lie back on the...
That Swing
Haibun I pull the black metal bars of that swing. The ground swings to the sky swings to the ground. Over and over again. Fog horn wind-tossed waves at Kingsland Point more by FRANK...
