Poet, Performer, Dancer, Storyteller, Yogini
there’s not much love
in me today
i don’t know why
until I hold
my little dog Bodhi
a funny little fella
16 pounds
found at the pound
15 years ago
He loves to be held
He loves to be kissed
He must be part human
He brings the dog part
of me that forgives
unconditionally.
Genie Nakano, Oct. 2022, Sunday, photo of Bodhi by genienakano
from the sky red and golden leaves I catch one before it falls ... earth bound genie nakano, oct.22, 2022
this tanka response will be published in November, 2022 in Better than Starbucks on line…check it out. A wonderful on line journal with an array of different styles of poetry and stories. We are proud to be there!
Floating on Air
Kampai
the only Nihongo I know
brings the clang
of glasses filling the space
while I am spinning on air Genie
she waits in the dark
while he rushes through
crowded alleys
patrons praise the chef
they consume a fiery feast Dean
was it him
or the splendor of the night
that lured me
into his warm embrace
a night of pas de deux Genie
adrift in the blues
a roller coaster of smooth dips
syncopated hips
shaking until we come loose
floating thought the moonlight Dean
music fills the air
wild moths drawn to the flame
out of darkness
into the burning light
we dance into timelessness Genie
napping in on an autumn afternoon ahhhhh the simple life snuggled with love Genie Nakano, October 14, 2022
Yozu the new addition to our family in red -- 9 months old Bodhi the little one -- 14 year old. So much in love. Persimmon tree in the garden--five years old.
My husband bought a clock for my birthday. It was made in Germany, 1892.
on the back an engraved handwritten note said:
this clock was given to Pearl Tatum by her third son to be passed on to her granddaughter Marinette Tatum which shall be given to her son Kholis H Mitchell.
Every 15 minutes it chimes a Big Ben sound. A silver fisheye pendulum swings side to side. We you look into the pendulum you see yourself and the whole room swinging.
Yas, the watchman, said:
in a week or so you won’t even hear it anymore.
But I hope that’s not true. I want to hear time slipping by.
74 years of living
my hair still black as night
Grandpa’s gift
*Tanjobi -Nihongo for Birthday.
watashi no tanjobi Published in Haiku Journal, Ireland, Fall, 2022, editor Sean O'Conner
Hi my friends and family. I went to Hawaii in August and never came back. Now back as fall brings light rain into my garden. The grasses all dead and brown. So I finally decided to put in fake grass and stones to preserve our future water source.
Anyway…I’ve got a few things published in the summer so posting them all today. Two tanka, one haibun a tanka response and a rengay. (won’t be posting the rengay but happy it was selected) Starting with the two tanka published in Britain, the habibun from Ireland and last the Tanka Response — Floating on Air–from my favorite place Better than Starbucks, USA will be on a separate post.
Blithe Spirit Journal of the British Haiku Society
ocean waves
move with my breath
toes curl in wet sand
nothing in between
just heaven and earth
inside me
a tsunami crashing
white rabbits
frolicking on the waves
nothing is solid
Sunday August 7, 2022
The Haibun Journal, Tipperary, Ireland
Come write with us. The first class was brilliant and the rest shining stars….
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genie nakano at genieyogini@yahoo.com.
or call and enroll with JCI — their number and email on the flyer.
Spillwords.com presents: Total Eclipse, a short story by Genie Nakano, for whom writing tanka is her passion, joy, therapy and confession. It’s a Science Fiction/Fantasy story one of my favorites. Please read.
Source: Total Eclipse, a short story by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com
The turtle that swam to the shore,
takes me on his back,
to the bottom of the sea...
my father is there, my mother is there
they are young and in love
somersaulting in the waters
i join them in their play
our hands interlock
we form a circle
round and round we go
gulping in the liquid of life
in our new found forms
we resolve what we couldn't on earth
deep into
a fathomless bottom
heaven is discovered
Genie Nakano