Monthly Archives: October 2020

“Umbrella”

The day I wrote this tanka October 14, 2020 my husband Hideki had a stroke. I finished meditating and was compelled to write it. I had no idea he was out in the world and was having a stroke. Hideki, drove himself van to emergency hospital and stayed for 4 days. He is out ofContinue reading ““Umbrella””

Waiting…

No…cutting my hairuntilCovid is Controlledthe weight of it… Genie Nakano, Oct. 13, 2020 When the quarantine began in Los Angeles in March 2020 my hair was shoulder length. Today Oct.15, 2020–Thursday, my hair is almost to my waist and I’ve gained a few pounds along with it–“the weight of it”.

An Enchanting Tanka

I am back to working with our local Gardena Newspaper in L.A. county. Here is my latest contribution. I took the photo in Vietnam, 2010. It’s a palace but sorry I can’t remember where it was. If anyone knows where this photo is — please tell me. I suggest new writers approach their local newspapersContinue reading “An Enchanting Tanka”

Ying Yang Moon

darkness, lightnessyin yang, yang yinman…womananimal…humanwe have many lives beaming downon my skin a silver moon…how can needs be fulfilledwhen what is wantedis not needed a turtle floatedto the island’s shoreyears agomy father rode on his backto the bottom of the sea waves rollingacross the sandjust a dreamsoft and tenderI believe in Miracles an ocean shimmeringContinue reading “Ying Yang Moon”

Alchemy is Real~~ a Renku–*

“Renku or rengu is a traditional Japanese poetry form of linked verse composed of the collaboration of 2 or more poets. Each participant displays his wit by spontaneously composing a verse in response to the verse that came before”.Wikipedia This renku was organized and moderated by Professor of English at Xavier University of Louisiana, DavidContinue reading “Alchemy is Real~~ a Renku–*”

Ravages of Aging…

(Michael H. Lester and GenieNakano,  a tanka response) Micheal is in black print~~ Genie is in Purple and italic) a tongue in cheek but true Tanka Series the old skina patchwork of spotsand strange bumpsdry as the desertwind-worn sands of time bags baggageand budding wrinklesyet I feelthirty five insidemirrors tell cruel lies rememberwhen we wereContinue reading “Ravages of Aging…”