Japanese Haibun Poem
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Haibun Poetry


Blood on a barren field. Lifeless gray birches border the parched, dusty ground. A curious twilight before the coming dark. I press my hand against my open wounds. It’s drenched in red.

Cawing of crows. A murder lands to feast on the legion of corpses. One pecks out the lifeless eye of a body closest to me. My sword hand still clasps the hilt. The shattered blade catches the dying day’s last light.

Victory? Defeat? Neither matter. Only the next breath … and the next…

Until none remain.

More crow caws
My last drop of blood
Clotting in dust


Photograph by Eric Müller


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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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