whisper your dreams into his ear then….tanka

five hundred years
desires whispered into stone ears
eyes blink wide open
lips blush into a smile

Genie Nakano

Best Friends written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: Best Friends, a short story written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA…known as the barrios of East L.A.

Source: Best Friends written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com

"Best Friends", is a "magic realism" story I wrote after my dog Charlie died of lung cancer. My best friends dog died of cancer shortly after Charlie.
Charlie the cocker spaniel, is the main character of the story. He is a philosopher and Shelby the red dog is his best friend. Originally posted on Spillwords.Com. Thank you Spillwords for supplying the image. It looks just like my dog Charlie.
Please click the source and it will take you to Best Friends. I have 50 other posts on Spillwords. It's a good place for poets to post. They promote your work all over the world.
The real My Charlie Nakano

Rebirth, a tanka written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com

written by: Genie Nakano

In the sauna
purging last night’s sins
as the sweat
rolls down my breasts
forgiven and feeling fine

Originally published in Spillword.com and Ribbons a tanka journal

Acts 1, 2, 3… written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com

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Acts 1, 2, 3…

written by: Genie Nakano


If I were
to write a play
about my life
it would be
a comedy of errors

Those musicians…what is it about them that makes my pulse rise and my cheeks blush?

I‘ve fallen in love with one too many. Last affair went on for years. I learned how to do my own form of kickboxing fighting off his other women who were crazier than me. I’m through with drama.

I almost, almost fell again–last night at the Roxy when I heard him play….

oh, sexy
saxophone player
stay away
I’ve taken a vow
of celibacy

“I’m a dancer I said… let’s play music together” But he hesitated…pulled back a little. I felt embarrassed and giggled like a schoolgirl. Then he gave me an open smile. Thank god, I caught my madness and left the club.

Whew…smart move. I’ve made up my mind. No more—never again.
Perhaps a solution would be for me to take up an instrument–drums or something like that. Then I could just fall in love with myself.

I go home and dream about what kind of instrument I should play. Piano wouldn’t fit in my apt. The flute…no I want to sing while I play. I settle on the guitar. Look for a maestro on the Internet–found one– close…down the block.

Can’t wait. Next Monday is my day. I buy a used guitar at the local pawn shop. Walk up 3 flights of stairs and knock on the door. Maestro is so handsome I think I should turn around and run. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen.

I’ll just play it by ear. I really want to study and focus now. It’s time…get a hold of myself I tell myself–grow up–straighten up.

music floats
from out of the woods
childhood songs
the currents are strong
the river is deep

Genie Nakano

Genie Nakano

Genie Nakano is a writer, poet and performance artist. She has a weekly poet column in the Rafu Shimpo, an international Japanese and English Newspaper. She is an award winning writer and poet and published in haiku and tanka journals. She has three poetry books available on Amazon. Currently she lives in with her husband and two dogs. She loves teaching Gentle Yoga and Zumba and being with good friends and family.
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