Dads ashes in the guest bedroom Memorial Day Genie Nakano Photo of dad, Tom Nakano, during WW2 Dad’s Ashes ……
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”
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–$”
She is different than us….
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”
My Dad’s room all the furniture solid oak. Genie Nakano, 2019
Fragrant Memories Whenever I think of exquisite gourmet cooking I always think of my mother, Misako Shintani. Mom, learned cooking from her mother and went on to teach the culinary arts. Misako was charismatic, filled with fiery energy and unpredictable. Her classes were sensational, spontaneous theatrical performances. Her unpredictable nature attracted her to aContinue reading “Fragrant Memories~~ short story~~”
Happy Mothers day we are all mothers we are all fathers. Metta, Genie Nakano, May 9, 2021