I will wear a gown of “vibrant green fronds” unfurled going in all directions I haven’t decided where to Genie Nakano, March 29, 202
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Breathe
Nothing like an old belt, he says, like my arms around him doesn’t cut or cinch Genie Nakano, originally Published in Storyteller, 2014
Blood Red
He lies on the floorunable to move or speakI leave him therethat angry manand let his mind expire the ambulance arrivescarries him awayhe cannot movethe right half of himis paralyzed my youth spent away living in a den of darknessthe bedroom was onlya place for bitter dreams beaten by his temperneglected by his needfor wealthIContinue reading “Blood Red”
Silver
casting downon my skin, a silver moonhow can needs be fulfilled, when what is wanted is not needed Genie Nakano, Originally published in Rafu Shimpo and Colorful Lives
Spoon to keep Warm
Travel to a foreign land backpacks only whisper in empty rooms spoon to keep warm Genie Nakano
Red Wine ~~Full Body
Green grapesmake sweet winered grapes full bodyrich deep in colormy husband prefers red Genie Nakano, 2018
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”
Women
Women hold up half the skyour curvessurround the Oceansdeep within lies bliss Genie Nakano, 3.2.21, originally published in Rafu Shimpo HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY MONTH
Erratica
Seasons are erotic beyond belief… not certain of spring unafraid of winter I depend on tomorrow Genie Nakano originally published in “Storyteller”, 2014
sweet sparrow
oh, little sparrow in my hands, sing your song moment to moment only this moment. Genie Nakano originally published in “Storyteller”, 2014 and Rafu Shimpo
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