Father’s Day ’13


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 to a tree, overlooking the pool.

lovers hold hands…
A ripple of sunlight on
clear water

The intense thrills of Man of Steel. Kryptonian battles Kryptonian amidst falling skyscrapers. A young man comes into his own.

A heartbreaking raised hand, a smile. A loss echoed by the scream: “Dad!”

slapping my arm
Frankie needs no comfort…
hot buttered popcorn

Our walk through Ramsey. Our conversation. Soft, crunching, tangy bites of baked crab meat at dinner later. The sweet, cheesy cannoli cream with the crunch shell.

A happy day.

Still, the aches from unseen open wounds: a scream, a fist-fall, a shattered face. A gravestone unvisited.

Even on Father’s Day.

a barren patch…
near the memorial our
petunias grow


photograph by Jens Thakkeveettil

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Frank J. Tassone

Frank J. Tassone lives in New York City's "back yard" with his wife and son. He fell in love with writing after he wrote his first short story at age 12 and his first poem in high school. He began writing haiku and haibun seriously in the 2000s. His haikai poetry has appeared in Failed Haiku, Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online, Contemporary Haibun, The Haiku Foundation and Haiku Society of America member anthologies. He is a contributing poet for the online literary journal Image Curve, and a performance poet with Rockland Poets. When he's not writing, Frank works as a special education high school teacher in the Bronx. When he's not working or writing, he enjoys time with his family, meditation, hiking, practicing tai chi and geeking out to Star Wars, Marvel Cinema and any other Sci-Fi/Fantasy film and TV worth seeing.

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