scent of lotusas darkness takes us deeperI see the lightwithin your eyesripples on the pond Genie Nakano
Photography by Genie Nakano, somewhere in Iceland Past and present merge into my life future is imagined what is reality breathe in breathe out Genie Nakano, Sunday Sept. 6, 2020
I was much younger then little confidence yet, lots of determination no choice but to fly Genie Nakano, 8/20
monday, mondaydon’t want to get out of bedkeep the dreams rollingwhile I lay awake Genie Nakano
photography by Raphael Raphael, 2020 wind blowing through my hair there is so little time let’s leap above the gust and dance with the wind Genie Nakano, originally published in My book–Storyteller
If…. IF I don’t write my life down none of it makes sense Originally published in Ribbons an American tanka Journal.
Patience is the antidote to anger…counting my breath…as I turn blue.
genie Nakano Before Japan could read or write, tanka was called waka performed as short songs in five lines short long short long long Heian imperial court was well versed in waka after a love affair erotic exchanges of waka was expected proper etiquette Women were the best of tanka’s golden era yearning, soaring talesContinue reading “A Floating World…poetic history of tanka”
We share the same breath inhale exhale this floating world