Four thousand years old, tanka/waka is the oldest form of poetry in Japan. Coming to America 1957 and flourishing all over the world. July 29, Thursday 2:00P PM join us….
Monthly Archives: July 2020
chill
If only the world were squareit wouldfit betterin my refrigerator Genie nakano
Gambate Julian
My Nephew Julianflies to Switzerlandrainbow boysushi, Swiss cheesea quarter Japanese Socceris his winning ticketGambatethe goal is Julians!
All about Tanka~~Live
Genie Nakano will be doing a live presentation of her tanka poems, a brief discussion about the history of tanka, performing her tanka/prose and who knows what else…it’s Live. Golden Fan a tanka/prose performance by Genie Nakano
Soothing Sound
a storm knocked out all the lights sitting in darkness the soothing sound of a clock ticking Genie Nakano originally published in Gusts a Canadian Tanka journal “Seiko” watches were “Seikosha” a long time ago. This clock keeps on going…
moving into lightness
my lover saysa childhood full of hardshipmade me strongit brought us togethermoving towards the light Genie Nakano
Dream
monday, mondaydon’t want to get out of bedkeep the dreams rollingwhile I lay awake Genie Nakano
hot stuff
Aroma of bread baking someone’s in the kitchen with Genie (Yes, I’ve joined the Covid Bread Cult.)
brown eyes
his brown eyes see right through me as he sniffs out all my love this little rescue dog Charlie was the sweetest little guy. He died of lung cancer in October, 2008.
Green light
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
“Greenlight”photo by Genie Nakano, May 29, 2020 Yellow lightshave turned to greenuncross your fingersuncross your legsthe clock is ticking to our pulse. On your feetopen the window shadesLook Listennext momenttell me more
