A New World Sings

the train lost speed and just plain stoppedeveryone got off and stoodstaring at the tracks mother cowjumps over the old manin the moonmilk spills everywhereluna-tics start spraying silver bullets deep in the forestthings settle into a snoozewhile urban womenblare a new kind of musicyou’ve got to hear it… I can’t explain ityou just have toContinue reading “A New World Sings”

Waiting…

No…cutting my hairuntilCovid is Controlledthe weight of it… Genie Nakano, Oct. 13, 2020 When the quarantine began in Los Angeles in March 2020 my hair was shoulder length. Today Oct.15, 2020–Thursday, my hair is almost to my waist and I’ve gained a few pounds along with it–“the weight of it”.

Ravages of Aging…

(Michael H. Lester and GenieNakano,  a tanka response) Micheal is in black print~~ Genie is in Purple and italic) a tongue in cheek but true Tanka Series the old skina patchwork of spotsand strange bumpsdry as the desertwind-worn sands of time bags baggageand budding wrinklesyet I feelthirty five insidemirrors tell cruel lies rememberwhen we wereContinue reading “Ravages of Aging…”

A death poem…

let mebe a raindropfallingdeep into the earthwildflowers in the springGenie Nakano, 2019 This ‘death’ tanka was first published in a special feature — 25 death poems edited by Michael H. Lester for Atlas Poetica, 2019. “The genre of death poems has its origin in Zen Buddhism in Japan and offers a reflection on and natureContinue reading “A death poem…”