I try to keep up and optimistic but these are very trying times and I’ve had some dismal thoughts. Writing always keeps me from falling off the edge. So here goes another one…. It’s too much on to another life, she said as she pointed the gun to her head she forgot the rule ofContinue reading “Rebirthing”
caravan rideacross the Thar desert sandsI pretendwe are gypsiespartners in passion
feeling on the verge of sadness so I write a free-verse–helps to set me free. I’m mean to you I’m mean to myself tho I don’t mean to be It’s this feeling inside my stomach bloated with inertia aches in my joints makes me mean keeps me mean yelling at the dogs “stop it–stop scratching”Continue reading “Mean to Me”
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.
He fans open his weapon of seduction peacock vibrates his magnificent train
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Spillwords.com presents: Best Friends, a short story written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA…known as the barrios of East L.A. Source: Best Friends written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com “Best Friends”, is a “magic realism” story I wrote after my dog Charlie died of lung…
I watch him gently touch her face gaze into her eyes– my practical man keeps his hands in his pockets (originally published in Atlas Poetica: editor M.Kei) Toto is sleeping, brother and hubby are working today, practical men…. HAPPY FATHER’S DAY
the mountain is a cat that keeps on napping
You there, take this gloom away the sky is supposed to be blue, not grey a dismal disappointing day the social-distancing party cancelled the host is sick her stomach hurts then next, the tearful news my veterinarian can’t fix Toto anymore You there, heal my dog Toto he’s been my friend for seventeen years heContinue reading “Hey there”
I have arrivedin the here and nowI am freeuntil….the kids come home.