Four thousand years old, tanka/waka is the oldest form of poetry in Japan. Coming to America 1957 and flourishing all over the world. July 29, Thursday 2:00P PM join us….
Category Archives: tanka
chill
If only the world were squareit wouldfit betterin my refrigerator Genie nakano
Gambate Julian
My Nephew Julianflies to Switzerlandrainbow boysushi, Swiss cheesea quarter Japanese Socceris his winning ticketGambatethe goal is Julians!
All about Tanka~~Live
Genie Nakano will be doing a live presentation of her tanka poems, a brief discussion about the history of tanka, performing her tanka/prose and who knows what else…it’s Live. Golden Fan a tanka/prose performance by Genie Nakano
Soothing Sound
a storm knocked out all the lights sitting in darkness the soothing sound of a clock ticking Genie Nakano originally published in Gusts a Canadian Tanka journal “Seiko” watches were “Seikosha” a long time ago. This clock keeps on going…
Dream
monday, mondaydon’t want to get out of bedkeep the dreams rollingwhile I lay awake Genie Nakano
hot stuff
Aroma of bread baking someone’s in the kitchen with Genie (Yes, I’ve joined the Covid Bread Cult.)
brown eyes
his brown eyes see right through me as he sniffs out all my love this little rescue dog Charlie was the sweetest little guy. He died of lung cancer in October, 2008.
Liar Liar pants on Fire
(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
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