Tagged: mountain
Empty Gestures
Haibun Nothing left to offer but the rain sunset on the Ramapo Mountains not a drop falls more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Frances Gunn The Writers Manifesto
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Seven
Haibun Seventh Day: August 24, 2013 Mira and I wake up exhausted from lack of sleep. She, from multiple awakenings, and I, from an insomnia fueled by obsessions. We postpone our day trip to...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Six
Haibun Sixth day: August 23, 2013 We park next to a church-turned-community center near an inn on Rte. 100 — Stowe’s Main Street. It’s our second trip, and on the way to Mack Market...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Five
Haibun Fifth Day: August 22, 2013 Clouds fill the sky above Mansfield and Sterling. Sporadic rain falls. Mira and I enjoy an afternoon in. The sun soon breaks through. We eat her homemade salad...
The Smuggs Chronicle – Part Four
Haibun Poetry Fourth Day: August 21, 2013 Nearly the entire Meadowlark trail lies bathed in sunlight. Mira walks on its shoulder wherever she can find shade. I feel short of breath long before the...
Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Part V
Haibun Poem August 24th The best part of the watermelon walk? Eating seeded watermelons under the Adventure Rangers Meeting tent after it ends. excited girl’s young cupped hands hold A trembling frog Mid-afternoon,...
Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Part I
Haibun Poetry Aquatic Massage Hot water jets pummel my back. Steam rises off the water into the cool air. Madonna and Sterling tower above the Mountain View condos bordering the Courtside Pool. The...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 28
Serial Fiction Novel The Baker nodded agreeably and proceeded to capture his companion with his fair wit. ‘The only thing I have ever loved is a metaphor, a graphic image of otherwise unexplainable feeling.’...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 26
Serial Fiction Novel ‘I will not piss on top of the potatoes.’ He smiled ‘I certainly hope so.’ He grinned, chewing on a piece of dried meat. ‘Only the goal matters. Focus on the...
Emerald Lake
Listening carefully through the whispers of winds and chatter of travelers. Through the calls of birds seeking a mate and footsteps on the rocks, I hear what’s underneath. A gentle ripple of water kissed...
