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Monthly Archives: March 2020
Pandemic Fantasy, 2020
I left the world. It was getting too heavy, surreal like a Dali nightmare. Clocks falling off trees, big blinking eyes in the clouds. Plus a pandemic was going on. The White House announced it on Friday and the Eagle didn’t fly. So I decided to leave the world. I madeContinue reading “Pandemic Fantasy, 2020”
Corona – Conversations with my Consciousness
Every time my lover Goes out the door I wonder Will he come back Safe and sound, with corona going around Conscience says… Don’t worry See the woman walking her dog outside Join her in her walk Your dogs are bored and listless See the crow hopping on the tree before a backdrop of blueContinue reading “Corona – Conversations with my Consciousness”
Light a Thousand Candles
Meditation #5 “Sitting”
Everyday I meditate the same way like sitting on a rabbits foot I feel lucky
Immunity March
Photo:Genie Nakano, Kyoto, Japan 2018, “A Mall”
Love is Contagious
I wrote this before I knew the severity of the Corona Virus. Sadly I was mistaken. I was ashamed of what I wrote and trashed it. I just took it out of trash. If only this is just a bad dream and we’ll all wake up. “I’m a dreamer and probably will be one forever.”Continue reading “Love is Contagious”
Pink Dolphins and Parallel Moons
I changed the title of this series….Having trouble with a title. If you have any suggestions for a title–please help.) In my dream, a firefly lights my way hummingbirds drip honey, ocean waves rise in sync with my breath the Amazon’s pink dolphins mate with virgins another Mary is born our world turns upside downContinue reading “Pink Dolphins and Parallel Moons”
Mood Indigo written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com presents: Mood Indigo, a tanka prose, written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA… known as the barrios of East L.A. Source: Mood Indigo written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com
Counting my Breath
Counting my Breath what can you say about the sun, moon, stars while sky holds them up do they have a choice looking out my window figures walk their dogs some run some trot some stop to smell the roses I planted on the curb I watch them sniff then off they go please spreadContinue reading “Counting my Breath”