Looking Inside my husband’s brain

Sometimes I write for therapy as I did when I wrote this piece. Hideki my husband had a stroke and on his brain a hematoma. He was in the hospital. The hematoma was bleeding. Toto had just died and Bodhi was in the hospital with a rare blood disease IMHA in critical condition. I wasContinue reading “Looking Inside my husband’s brain”

Melting in my kitchen…Free verse…

Melting in my kitchen… I watch I listen to the rain as it falls from sky to earth creating songs only gods can sing I am one with them today tapping my feet dancing to the beat can we hear some thunder oh, thank you, Zora rolling across clouds as lightening cracks the sky theseContinue reading “Melting in my kitchen…Free verse…”

A Message

Dadplayed pianomelodieswanderedbut he was steady Dadwas too shy to danceyet, meI love to dancethe gates of heaven open time wearsdown the cushions a sitar dronesas our pulse gets weakerand feet can’t keep a beat Daddoes this sadden youas you recallthe earthly painsbefore our final steps Dad your warm tears falling from the sky rinse awayContinue reading “A Message”

Acting…Reacting~~ a free verse meditation

Acting ~~ Reacting….. forgive me for my actions. A willow of a wisp came out today to play and make up for the way… I’ve been acting … reacting The rain and the breath of a death wants to say… Forgive me for my actions They are ignorant And know not what they do SparkedContinue reading “Acting…Reacting~~ a free verse meditation”

Fat Brown Cat~~Meditation in Nowness

Meow Meow Fat brown catlicking your lapwhat do you thinkof this and that? Hiss, spat!*#!Don’t bother me I’m being Now. Genie Nakano, an oldie–can’t remember when…

Toto in Rainbow Meadows

Toto our loving dog of 17 years died last week. My husband had just came home from being in the hospital for four days. He had a mini-stroke. Then Toto passed 4 days later– October 22, 2020. I haven’t been able to write since–fortunately our good friend Irene Furukawa wrote this lovely prose for Toto…Continue reading “Toto in Rainbow Meadows”

Mean to Me

feeling on the verge of sadness so I write a free-verse–helps to set me free. I’m mean to you I’m mean to myself tho I don’t mean to be It’s this feeling inside my stomach bloated with inertia aches in my joints makes me mean keeps me mean yelling at the dogs “stop it–stop scratching”Continue reading “Mean to Me”

2020 BLUES

This poem is written by my poet friend Selma Benjamin. She is 101 years old. She has been through the holocaust. She is gentle, kind, and very wise. Here is one out of her hundreds of poems that she has given me permission to print. Here goes: 2020 BLUES Crazy plague from unknown sourceMakes usContinue reading “2020 BLUES”