Molecules spacing outWider, longer, deeper –into airlight and sound go through meI am invisibleyet I am herecan you hear melike the windthat can’t be seenonly it’s effectsthe rustle of grassleaves dancing in treesinside mea tsunami crashingwhite rabbitsfrolicking on the foamnothing is solidspace wider, longer, deeperI, no longera woman, a humanjust space spacious spacebeyond skyspacing out…GenieContinue reading “Nothings Solid ~~free verse/tanka”
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His story…
A long time ago…perhaps 20 years ago this little hummingbird sat in my dance studio here is his portrait and story. I had just finished rehearsing my solo dance when I heard a little peep, peep. I thought it was a sound coming from my speakers– so I searched and searched — looked up andContinue reading “His story…”
blessed~~tanka
blessed by a hummingbird i’ve sprouted little wings this was originally a haiku works better as a tanka…
Mummies and Then They Were Gone, tan-renga at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com presents: Mummies and Then They Were Gone, tan-renga poem collaboration by Genie Nakano and Dean Okamura. Source: Mummies and Then They Were Gone, tan-renga at Spillwords.com
Mummies and Then They Were Gone, tan-renga at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com presents: Mummies and Then They Were Gone, tan-renga poem collaboration by Genie Nakano and Dean Okamura. Source: Mummies and Then They Were Gone, tan-renga at Spillwords.com
Spoken word Performance~~apocalypse poetry
A community spoken word performance. Food, wine, laughter and spoken word. Linda Singers Apocalypse poets kept us on the edge our seats. Photo of Genie by Linda Singer.
Storyteller
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
the wind blowing through my hair there is so little time let’s jump above the gust and dance with the wind. Genie Nakano This is the cover of book I wrote–a collection of tanka, “StoryTeller”. The photo was taken by Ed Ito in 1978–then I transformed it into a litho.…
waterfall~~haiku
tenderly he takes me in his arms spring waterfall… Photo and haiku by Genie Nakano, Sri Lanka Falls haiku published in Shaping Water, Moth Orchid Press, 2022
how times change~~
elderhood…haiku
My front patio sits a peaceful Buddha. Today I’m grateful I am an “elder”. This is very rare attitude for me. but still… My heart is still a child my body is merely disobedient I’m not ready for elder hood (from my long tanka poem — Soshite) genie nakano
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