feminism/women – Genie Nakano

Believe

Believe in what you are doingforget your self. Genie Nakano

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 view 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”

catch a moment…

I wantto be nobody for nowwatch the skyturn colorswhile sipping tea then somebodypops in againand screams for morehaven’t got much time leftgotta gotta gotta what’s the hurrylet the breeze catch mewhyrushdestiny re-arrangingpieces of my mindwhile the wind echoscenturies catchmomentsbeforethey fall… Genie Nakano, December 4, 2021, revised

Tick Tock~~Free verse

There’s an error sorry the number #44 is a typographical error when I tried to move my poem to wordpress. Hope you understand??

my lover~~Tanka

my lover tells all my secrets nothing stays inside a paper sliding door torn by the wind Genie Nakano

IDENTITY“`tanka

I was born with two strikes against me Asian and…my mother didn’t like me I wanted to be golden wear a curly blonde crown of Shirley Temple locks Into my teens I streamed, oye orale pues orale pues I poemed my story right on write on Blackness became my call I danced the moves woreContinue reading “IDENTITY“`tanka”

armor ~~haiku

Melting the armoroff my shoulders…meditation Genie Nakano, November 8, 2021

there are days like this…tanka series

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”

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 hair red rat it high, rat it high pierce my ears with catholic cross orale pues-sansei Buddha- head become aContinue reading “Orale Pues~~Tanka”