Personal Paschal Mystery

haibun poem

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 more than his hyperactive mother, lay unmoving in his death. Through that door, he’s alive in you, and through you alive in all.

I have to believe that.

pouring red wine
our life like a libation
spilling over



photograph by Davide Ragusa


Image Curve’s Manifesto


Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. My haiku has been published by the Haiku Foundation. My senryu has been published in Failed Haiku. I regularly perform haibun and other haikai with Rockland Poets. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet. Visit my website to see more of my poetry. Follow me on twitter @fjtassone2 and like my Facebook page American Haijin for updates on my latest work.

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