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loves to be held…
there’s not much love in me todayi don’t know whyuntil I hold my little dog Bodhia funny little fella16 pounds found at the pound15 years agoHe loves to be heldHe loves to be kissedHe must be part humanHe brings the dog part of me that forgivesunconditionally. Genie Nakano, Oct. 2022, Sunday, photo of Bodhi byContinue reading “loves to be held…”
the simple life
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.
glow~~haiku
the afterglow of love… keeps glowing genie nakano, 9.25.22
Cinque Terre~tanka
I fell in lovein a small cliff villageoverlooking the seaI shall die herein happiness Genie Nakano, 5/1/2022
my lover~~Tanka
my lover tells all my secrets nothing stays inside a paper sliding door torn by the wind Genie Nakano
He came in an autumn wind and stayed
This is my man through crashes and bashes drama and flight it hasn’t always been a delight but somehow, we make it shake it and bake it I have no books no rules of the game I’m a child from a broken home I’m a dreamer who watched the silver screens no one told meContinue reading “He came in an autumn wind and stayed”
Wings~~Tanka/Prose
Angel man
keep growing those wings
together…
we’ll fly out of here.
single tanka published in Spillwords, 2020
Raven~~a tanka
Long black hair falling down the back they call him Raven cunning, swift Raven makes me fly >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Genie Nakano, 7/12/14 post: June 2, 2021, originally published in Storyteller Long black hairfalling down the backthey call him Ravencunning, swiftRaven makes me fly… Genie Nakano, 7/12/14Posted, June 2, 2021 Originally published in Storyteller
Breathe
Nothing like an old belt, he says, like my arms around him doesn’t cut or cinch Genie Nakano, originally Published in Storyteller, 2014
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