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...
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...
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...
Spring Suite, Finis: Apple Trees
Haibun The apple tree in our backyard has grown back. Dad and I trimmed it way back before he died. It’s full again, leaves covering its crowning branches in a mane of green. Frankie’s...
Spring Suite, Part II: Blossoming
Haibun The Ramos’ dogwoods are in full bloom. Cream petals, in the late morning sun — from out of nowhere. sapling swaying in a breeze robin’s flight more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by...
