there are days like this… the weatherhas changed to misty greysummerheld in check and global heatis swept under cover that is…until the fires sweep againstrange thingshappening to our air, waters, soilstirring doubts at tea parties why bear childrenin a world that won’t be aroundmuch longerso the prophets claim I still have hopeI guess–maybe–who careslet theContinue reading “there are days like this…tanka series”
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5:00 AM
sometimes I fall when I smell the back of your neck like a puzzle falling into place Genie Nakano, 1991
Orale Pues~~Tanka
born in ELA barrios I live in a world of dualities in my tight skirt and sweater I can cha cha ‘n hully gully down but I don’t know who I am I peroxide my black hair red rat it high, rat it high pierce my ears with catholic cross orale pues-sansei Buddha- head becomeContinue reading “Orale Pues~~Tanka”
First time~~haiku
raw oystersshe remembers herfirst time Genie Nakano
Obsession — Daughter of the Moon
my daughterthe old man saidyou are paleand need more yangearth between your toes Obsessed, Daughter stays in her room. She opens the windows and stares out at the sky. Her black hair streaked by moonlight, glistens. Her skin casts an ephemeral blue. Chanting deep into the night, her eyes grow dark and somber. in aContinue reading “Obsession — Daughter of the Moon”
First Rain
Raindrops . . . Embryos of life flowing from the sky. . . Implanting into Earth’s womb. Earth is ecstatic today . . . Twins bounce, triplets play, quadruplets march in 4/4 time Faster and faster until we cannot count the meter. . . Oh, Heaven and Earth unite today. . . Marry and penetrateContinue reading “First Rain”
He came in an autumn wind and stayed
This is my man through crashes and bashes drama and flight it hasn’t always been a delight but somehow, we make it shake it and bake it I have no books no rules of the game I’m a child from a broken home I’m a dreamer who watched the silver screens no one told meContinue reading “He came in an autumn wind and stayed”
Baby Bengal
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Photo by Thomas B. on Pexels.com Harry is singing his song in a parking lot, of an elementary school–somewhere in a midwestern state. He has a full band backing him. His voice beautiful resounding over the whole black top. Kathy is trying to get money to fund him. He deserves…
The Revenge of the Flan~~Poetry
She is different than us….
Haiku Workshop~~Sept. 8, 15, 22, 2021
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Genie Nakano, Haiku Sensei