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there are days like this…tanka series

there are days like this… the weatherhas changed to misty greysummerheld in check and global heatis swept under cover that is…until the fires sweep againstrange thingshappening to our air, waters, soilstirring doubts at tea parties why bear childrenin a world that won’t be aroundmuch longerso the prophets claim I still have hopeI guess–maybe–who careslet theContinue reading “there are days like this…tanka series”

First Rain

Raindrops . . . Embryos of life flowing from the sky. . . Implanting into Earth’s womb. Earth is ecstatic today . . . Twins bounce, triplets play, quadruplets march in 4/4 time Faster and faster until we cannot count the meter. . . Oh, Heaven and Earth unite today. . . Marry and penetrateContinue reading “First Rain”

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”

The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth at Spillwords.com

today, tomorrow,now Spillwords.com presents: The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA…known as the barrios of East L.A. Source: The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth at Spillwords.com        Press here to read i–the meek shall inherit the earth

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…”

Fragrant Memories~~ short story~~

Fragrant Memories    Whenever I think of exquisite gourmet cooking I always think of my mother, Misako Shintani. Mom, learned cooking from her mother and went on to teach the culinary arts. Misako was charismatic, filled with fiery energy and unpredictable.  Her classes were sensational, spontaneous theatrical performances. Her unpredictable nature attracted her to aContinue reading “Fragrant Memories~~ short story~~”