Starlight

my husband had two strokessometimes he doesn’t understandmy wordschatter chatter chattermetaphors are a challenge it’s hard on meyou have changed, I saymy patiencebalancing on a thin wireI practice walking on clouds only in darknesscan we see stars shinewelcome the night…words my husband spoke to mewhen we were young genie nakano Starlight will be published inContinue reading “Starlight”

loves to be held…

there’s not much love in me todayi don’t know whyuntil I hold my little dog Bodhia funny little fella16 pounds found at the pound15 years agoHe loves to be heldHe loves to be kissedHe must be part humanHe brings the dog part of me that forgivesunconditionally. Genie Nakano, Oct. 2022, Sunday, photo of Bodhi byContinue reading “loves to be held…”

Below the Surface

The turtle that swam to the shore, takes me on his back, to the bottom of the sea… my father is there, my mother is there they are young and in love somersaulting in the waters i join them in their play our hands interlock we form a circle round and round we go gulpingContinue reading “Below the Surface”

A Message

my fatherplayed pianomelodieswanderedbut he was steady Dadwas to shy to danceIbecame a danceragainst all odds time wearsdown the cushionsa sitar dronesas pulse gets weakerand feet can”t keep a beat Dad does this make you sadas you recallthe earthly painsbefore our final steps ten yearsafter your deathyou spoke to me in a dreamI remember everything yourContinue reading “A Message”

My Corner Windows

is a Hiroshige scene… My corner windowswhere I watch the worldI see youbut you can’t see methe world is a Hiroshige scene My corner windowswhere I watch my scented gardengrow and thriveInhale gratitudeExhale peace I’m the fool on the hillwho knows the world is not safe anymoremy childhood playgroundtorn down and gone. No more playinghideContinue reading “My Corner Windows”

Okane–Lakshmi–$

Money money moneyHow much do you makeHow much do you takebeads, sugar and spiceslet’s trade with good will Ask a personhow much money do you makeit’s unpresidentialor “how old are you”impolite–crude and crass My income–Retirement–450 dollars a monthSocial SecurityIt’s all so boring and pettyI’m 73 and moving up A billionaire friend of mineasked what’s thisContinue reading “Okane–Lakshmi–$”

Looking Inside my husband’s brain

Sometimes I write for therapy as I did when I wrote this piece. Hideki my husband had a stroke and on his brain a hematoma. He was in the hospital. The hematoma was bleeding. Toto had just died and Bodhi was in the hospital with a rare blood disease IMHA in critical condition. I wasContinue reading “Looking Inside my husband’s brain”