Hello Again…

I haven’t posted poetry in over a year, but I write almost every day now in free verse. I enjoy tanka, but free verse gives me more freedom. Each week, I perform and attend workshops at the World Stage in Leimert Park, where I learn from many talented spoken word artists and performers.

I hope to hear from you all soon.

Love and Peace,
Genie Nakano

New Classes in Chi Gong and Yoga

Golden Fan of Menopause a video

The Golden Fan of Menopause, video taken by Rosie Sato performance at Torrance Library, 2023
Golden Fan (Haibun)
This was my favorite fan… During menopause. Whenever hot flashes would arise – – I'd stand up peacock and wave a golden fan.

The sweat would pour down my face, roll down my chest, drip down and in circle, my nipples, and halt right there like a dripping, nursing goddess.

What a surge made you feel like something was really happening

And that Dewey flushed glow on your face – – like you just finished having – – oh, yes.

Well, now it's over. I miss those flashes of instant recognition and instant self-awareness. Now I'm on another phase.

Look. . .
A new moon
Rising

George Saunders~on how to live an unregretting life…

Don’t be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible.
George Saunders

I read this today and it seems George and I share the same sentiments. Here are excerpts from a tanka poem I wrote ten years ago. I feel the same way today. Thanks George.

insecurities
always keep me young
my mind
is always changing
indecision keeps me growing

In the end
I like it that way
which way do I turn
right left
I'm not sure
Genie Nakano,
from Soshite, a tanka series
Photo by Nadi Lindsay on Pexels.com

A Message~ Tanka Series

Dad

played piano

melodies

wandered

but  he was  steady

he

was too shy to dance

me

I love to dance

the gates of heaven open

time wears down

as pulse gets weaker

and feet can’t keep on beat

a sitar drones . . .

Dad I wonder  

does this sadden you

as you recall

the earthly pains

before your final steps

ten years

after you passed

advice

from you in a dream

in clear prophetic words

Dad

your warm tears

falling

from the sky

rinse away my fears

January 24, 2021, written by Genie Nakano

Tom Nakano, June 16, 1921 – October 23, 1999