Over and oversearching seekingnot sureif there is an answerto a lost poemAll my godsare falling downdustis blowing everywherethe sun is burning gasTime drips byone after the otherforgettingwhat day or night it iswhen does eternity endJust ashope was buddinga zombie plague transformedinto an “other”No/ this can’t be trueif fake news is a truthmake this all unrealContinue reading “To be continued…”
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Private~~a tanka
on my patiogrows a pinetreea bamboo fencekeeps private all the sadnessI feel this long winter… Genie Nakano, 12/30/20
Sur-Reality
We travelto a foreign landbackpacks onlyspoon to keep warmwhisper in empty rooms shake the bed’til the walls spin aroundand cookie crumbs falloff the bedinto our hungry mouths surreal dreamsturn real as clocks meltfrom Dali’s treestime turnsinto timelessness our breath heats the air a tropical breeze blows in from the south fragrant with plumeria aurora borealisContinue reading “Sur-Reality”
Dulce
Remember the sweetness of youthwhen our futurewas long and distanttouch a rainbow Genie Nakano
an untitled tanka
the silence before the sun rises too soon daylight spreads when will covid end… Genie Nakano, December 19, 2020
Light and Air~~a tanka response
fear waits staccatomy sunken chest rises sharpthe clouded breath waftsaccosted by frigid airreaching through the cracked windowsoft bellyrises and fallseyes closedI pay attentionto my connectiontimeless traditionbreeding safely within kinunfettered I flymy permeable will flowsone with the hidden sensesan empathhypersensitive skininheritedyet I remain heresponge-like absorbingmy delicate touchraps upon the spectral shieldethereal lightsguide haunting journeys beyondparallel andContinue reading “Light and Air~~a tanka response”
The Golden Deer~~a tanka response
a tanka response by Genie Nakano and Susan Rogers…* Hill top deer yearns for a pine branch the bough softens leans and bows a golden sunset glows bathed in gold the hills sing a ballad of light everywhere she turns divinity shines under pine trees matsutake mushroom reveal their fragrant scent a secret offering sheContinue reading “The Golden Deer~~a tanka response”
A New World Sings
the train lost speed and just plain stoppedeveryone got off and stoodstaring at the tracks mother cowjumps over the old manin the moonmilk spills everywhereluna-tics start spraying silver bullets deep in the forestthings settle into a snoozewhile urban womenblare a new kind of musicyou’ve got to hear it… I can’t explain ityou just have toContinue reading “A New World Sings”
“Umbrella”
The day I wrote this tanka October 14, 2020 my husband Hideki had a stroke. I finished meditating and was compelled to write it. I had no idea he was out in the world and was having a stroke. Hideki, drove himself van to emergency hospital and stayed for 4 days. He is out ofContinue reading ““Umbrella””
Waiting…
No…cutting my hairuntilCovid is Controlledthe weight of it… Genie Nakano, Oct. 13, 2020 When the quarantine began in Los Angeles in March 2020 my hair was shoulder length. Today Oct.15, 2020–Thursday, my hair is almost to my waist and I’ve gained a few pounds along with it–“the weight of it”.
Genie Nakano 