Weathering Storms

A cool breeze rustles the topmost leaves in the backyard. It spreads the white and gray cumulus clouds that enshroud the sky in a mass of growing darkness. It feels so much cooler than yesterday. I sit on the chaise as Mira prepares an early dinner and Frankie does whatever he wants.

The crease on my brow from the early morning headache remains. The subtle ache in my back carries the trace of self-doubting accusations that echo within: “You can’t. You’re a failure. You’re shameful.” I keep my seat, unresponsive to them. While the thunder I keep expecting doesn’t come.

rumble
of a passing jet …
rainless sky

Photo by Oscar Söderlund

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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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