tanka prose – Genie Nakano

Floating on Air~~a tanka response with Genie Nakano and Dean Okamura

into the burning light we dance into timelessness…Genie and Dean

Obsession — Daughter of the Moon

my daughterthe old man saidyou are paleand need more yangearth between your toes Obsessed, Daughter stays in her room. She opens the windows and stares out at the sky. Her black hair streaked by moonlight, glistens. Her skin casts an ephemeral blue. Chanting deep into the night, her eyes grow dark and somber. in aContinue reading “Obsession — Daughter of the Moon”

Wings~~Tanka/Prose

Angel man
keep growing those wings
together…
we’ll fly out of here.
single tanka published in Spillwords, 2020

The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth at Spillwords.com

today, tomorrow,now Spillwords.com presents: The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA…known as the barrios of East L.A. Source: The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth at Spillwords.com Press here to read i–the meek shall inherit the earth

Nights of Love~~Responsive Tanka*

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*”

Droughtful written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: Droughtful written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA…known as the barrios of East L.A. Pour it on we need rain for our droughtful minds….. Press on the Droughtful after Source: Source: Droughtful written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com (Press on the Droughtful in blue in the source…)

Sasashi

on my patio grows a pine tree a bamboo fence keeps private all the sadness I felt this covid winter no comb nor brush can pass through my hair gentle fingers find their way in darkness waves of undulating delight Genie Nakano

Baby Bengal

Harry is singing his song in a parking lot, of an elementary school–somewhere in a midwestern state. He has a full band backing him. His voice beautiful resounding over the whole black top. Kathy is trying to get money to fund him. He deserves it, she says. So do I, I say under my breathContinue reading “Baby Bengal”

Acts 1, 2, 3… written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com

Home LanguageEnglish ACTS 1, 2, 3… GENIE NAKANOJUNE 20, 2018 ENGLISHPOETRY1 MIN READ A good story …. if you love music–like I love music. Please press spillwords.com Bookmark Rate this tanka prose USER REVIEW 5 (2 votes) Acts 1, 2, 3… written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini If I wereto write aContinue reading “Acts 1, 2, 3… written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com”