I came Jordon Down Gym in South Central, L.A.every Saturdy morning to be with Eartha KittShe was small just like meShe had high cheekbones just like me.The power in her voiceThe fire in her eyesHer laugh soared over six conga playersand filled the whole gym.I wanna be just like you, Miss Kitt.Oh, Jean it’s you,Continue reading “Eartha Kitt”
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Reflections
Reflections
I am the mirror by the front door Framed in wood and colorful tiles oval shaped like a long face She glances at me but less these days I remind her to stand up straight and keep that inner smile Lately, I notice her shoulder drooping Somethings going on. I am the hallway mirror lightContinue reading “Reflections”
Pointing to the Moon
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A Valentine dance
re-blogging for today — Valentines day February 14, 2023 I have a dream where no secrets lie between us intimacy our perfume laughter is our music love our key of C in the glow of moon light we forever tango Eternity or hill top view with rolling fields of memories the grapes of wrath haveContinue reading “A Valentine dance”
Pointing to the Moon
Once upon a time I was in a dancer’s body high kicks and splits on the count of one two three finger pointing to the moon tell it like it is rheumatoid sets in with carbon steel hips the cards fall this way now deal at the airport my hip replacement triggers alarms so muchContinue reading “Pointing to the Moon”
Kwan Yin in my Garden
Kwan Yin doesn’t want to hear my problems any more draped in silence her lips in samadhi smile now it’s time to pack my wisdom and travel light Genie Nakano, 5/1/22
… a tanka
chatter chatter chat the magpie in my head open the cage set it free there is so little time… Genie Nakano Published in Self- Portrait Tanka Society of America Members’ Anthology Michael H. Lester, editor
First time~~haiku
raw oystersshe remembers herfirst time Genie Nakano
Obsession — Daughter of the Moon
my daughterthe old man saidyou are paleand need more yangearth between your toes Obsessed, Daughter stays in her room. She opens the windows and stares out at the sky. Her black hair streaked by moonlight, glistens. Her skin casts an ephemeral blue. Chanting deep into the night, her eyes grow dark and somber. in aContinue reading “Obsession — Daughter of the Moon”