Pre-Smuggs Insomnia

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Haibun Poetry


It’s a quarter to one in the morning. Cricket songs, and the ever-present drone of Thruway traffic, pass through our open bedroom windows. We’ll be on our way to Smuggler’s Notch in a few more hours.

I should be asleep. My fingers caressed and massaged Mira’s back earlier in the evening. The intimacy that followed…I should have slept through the night afterward.

But I haven’t.

“What if?” arises again, and again. Knotted energy surrounds thoughts of work. My old failures become new ones, again and again.

Only I’m not at work. I’m in my bed at home. Listening to crickets and traffic.

Too early
To see leaves falling



photograph by Adam Excell


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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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2 Responses

  1. Michelle says:

    This haibun is so beautiful and holds a feeling that we can all relate to.

  2. Frank J. Tassone says:

    Thank you!

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