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 wasmuch younger thenlittle confidenceyet, lots of determinationno choice but to flyGenie Nakano, August 22, 2020
monday, mondaydon’t want to get out of bedkeep the dreams rollingwhile I lay awake Genie Nakano
wind blowing through my hair there is so little time let’s leap above the gust and dance with the wind
I watch him gently touch her face gaze into her eyes– my practical man keeps his hands in his pockets (originally published in Atlas Poetica: editor M.Kei) Toto is sleeping, brother and hubby are working today, practical men…. HAPPY FATHER’S DAY
If…. IF I don’t write my life down none of it makes sense Originally published in Ribbons an American tanka Journal.
Before Japan was performed as short songs in five lines short long short long long Heian imperial court was well versed in tanka after a love affair exchanges of erotic tanka was expected proper etiquette Women were the best of tanka’s golden era yearning, soaring tales of love, nature, war passion prevailed In 750 ADContinue reading “A Floating World…poetic history of tanka”
We share the same breath inhale exhale this floating world