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Quechan~~tanka

the sound of his flute bounce off canyon rocks fish jump within a dancing river in the land of Quechan genie nakano, 6.4.22 Quechan, a native American tribe always lived in the Southwest’s Colorado River Valley area. Quechan–those who descended by way of water.

catch a moment…

I wantto be nobody for nowwatch the skyturn colorswhile sipping tea then somebodypops in againand screams for morehaven’t got much time leftgotta gotta gotta what’s the hurrylet the breeze catch mewhyrushdestiny re-arrangingpieces of my mindwhile the wind echoscenturies catchmomentsbeforethey fall… Genie Nakano, December 4, 2021, revised

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”

Orale Pues~~Tanka

born in ELA barriosI live in a world of dualitiesin my tight skirt and sweaterI can cha cha ‘n hully gully downbut I don’t know who I amI peroxide my black hair redrat it high, rat it highpierce my ears with catholic crossorale pues-sanseiBuddha- head become a wannabe cholahomeroom teachersends me to the back ofContinue reading “Orale Pues~~Tanka”

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”

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”