My husband bought a clock for my birthday. It was made in Germany, 1892.on the back an engraved handwritten note said: this clock was given to Pearl Tatum by her third son to be passed on to her granddaughter Marinette Tatum which shall be given to her son Kholis H Mitchell. Every 15 minutes itContinue reading “Tanjobi*”
Category Archives: poems
I’m back ~~New work
Hi my friends and family. I went to Hawaii in August and never came back. Now back as fall brings light rain into my garden. The grasses all dead and brown. So I finally decided to put in fake grass and stones to preserve our future water source. Anyway…I’ve got a few things published inContinue reading “I’m back ~~New work”
glow~~haiku
the afterglow of love… keeps glowing genie nakano, 9.25.22
Total Eclipse, a short story by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com presents: Total Eclipse, a short story by Genie Nakano, for whom writing tanka is her passion, joy, therapy and confession. It’s a Science Fiction/Fantasy story one of my favorites. Please read. Source: Total Eclipse, a short story by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com
Below the Surface
The turtle that swam to the shore, takes me on his back, to the bottom of the sea… my father is there, my mother is there they are young and in love somersaulting in the waters i join them in their play our hands interlock we form a circle round and round we go gulpingContinue reading “Below the Surface”
Pointing to the Moon
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Once upon a time I was in a dancer’s body high kicks and splits on the count of one two three finger pointing to the moon tell it like it is rheumatoid sets in with carbon steel hips the cards fall this way now deal at the airport my hip…
Pointing to the Moon
Once upon a time I was in a dancer’s body high kicks and splits on the count of one two three finger pointing to the moon tell it like it is rheumatoid sets in with carbon steel hips the cards fall this way now deal at the airport my hip replacement triggers alarms so muchContinue reading “Pointing to the Moon”
fifteen~~tanka
at fifteen buying cigarettes hooked for half a century, from ashes phoenix rise
ghosts
a ghost from my childhoodstill haunts me,loneliness manifestsany time any place genie nakano, june 30, 2022
A Message
my fatherplayed pianomelodieswanderedbut he was steady Dadwas to shy to danceIbecame a danceragainst all odds time wearsdown the cushionsa sitar dronesas pulse gets weakerand feet can”t keep a beat Dad does this make you sadas you recallthe earthly painsbefore our final steps ten yearsafter your deathyou spoke to me in a dreamI remember everything yourContinue reading “A Message”
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