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”

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”

Quechan~~tanka

the sound of his flute bounce off canyon rocks fish jump within a dancing river in the land of Quechan genie nakano, 6.4.22 Quechan, a native American tribe always lived in the Southwest’s Colorado River Valley area. Quechan–those who descended by way of water.

floating in air~~tan rengu

music fills the air wild moths drawn to the flame… out of darkness into the burning light we dance into timelessness Dean Okamura and Genie Nakano This tanka is a tan rengu–written by two people. In Japan tan rengu was a popular form of writing hundreds of years ago and is resurging.