poems – Page 26 – Genie Nakano

moving into lightness

my lover saysa childhood full of hardshipmade me strongit brought us togethermoving towards the light Genie Nakano

Dream

monday, mondaydon’t want to get out of bedkeep the dreams rollingwhile I lay awake Genie Nakano

(David Abe is pronounced David Abey) Evil David Abe cheated us out of everything he’s doomed in the doorway times about to fall we trusted David Abe a handshake and words enough naive and blind husband walks old fashioned trusting his fellow man a million stars whirling and twirling down the drain sucked by darknessContinue reading “Liar Liar pants on Fire”

Telephone Pole

the tree to the telephone says “keep your wires to yourself” let me grow my way Genie Nakano

Kaze

photography by Raphael Raphael, 2020 wind blowing through my hair there is so little time let’s leap above the gust and dance with the wind Genie Nakano, originally published in My book–Storyteller

Seduction

He fans open his weapon of seduction peacock vibrates his magnificent train

Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, interview at Spillwords.com

Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Spillwords.com presents: Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, for whom writing tanka is her passion, joy, therapy and confession. Source: Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, interview at Spillwords.com

Rebirth, a tanka written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com

Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
REBIRTH Rebirth written by: Genie Nakano In the sauna purging last night’s sins as the sweat rolls down my breasts forgiven and feeling fine Originally published in Spillword.com and Ribbons a tanka journal

IN THE SKY

Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini magic butterflya flower in the skyas I napcome alight on memake my dreams come true originally published in “Storyteller” and Spillwords.com

Don’t call me Bachan

Uncle George ,Sugie, 2-8-1892 , 1965 ,Sugie & Yaemon,3-8-1880,Uncle Jay, 1918-1960 my grandmother died at 73 the age that I am now her thin grey hair was tied back in a bun was she ever young? coming from a foreign land her songs were of an old Japan coming to America a picture bride “freshContinue reading “Don’t call me Bachan”