This is my man through crashes and bashes drama and flight it hasn’t always been a delight but somehow, we make it shake it and bake it I have no books no rules of the game I’m a child from a broken home I’m a dreamer who watched the silver screens no one told meContinue reading “He came in an autumn wind and stayed”
She is different than us….
Orale Pues…. The back story… For a long time, I wished I was a Chicana. I wanted beautiful dark eyes with long thick lashes like Maria Duran. I wanted to hully gully like Theresa Navarro. I guess you could call it ‘identity issues. At thirteen I started smoking and wanted to be grown up. MyContinue reading “Orale Pues”
keep growing those wings
we’ll fly out of here.
single tanka published in Spillwords, 2020
Cats love in the heat of the night another fight Genie Nakano, August 21, 2021
Read me like a story lick me like a stamp… send me to heaven Genie Nakano, August 19, 2021
Today I forced the morning glory up the trellis– to be or not to be. Genie Nakano, August 18, 2021
My Dad’s room all the furniture solid oak. Genie Nakano, 2019
Life is a puzzle death a mystery perhaps I’ll find an answer after I die Genie Nakano, 2019
Akiko wrote 50 tanka a day I wonder if she smoked drank red wine (Genie Nakano) I found the wine spilled in her tanka a thousand lines tangle her dark hair after a night of love (Katheabela Wilson) no comb nor brush can pass through my hair gentle fingers find their way in darkness wavesContinue reading “Nights of Love~~Responsive Tanka*”