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”
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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…”
Natsu~~Haiku
July… house warming time cooking up a storm Genie Nakano July 23, 2021 Photography: Genie Nakano, my stove top, July 23,2021 Did I mention that Natsu means summer in Japan? I’m studying my language now at the ripe old age of being born in 1948. Rosetta is my friend.
uphill~haiku
skating… over mid-life up hill Haiku by : Genie Nakano, June 20, 2021
tumbling~~haiku
rocks in a tumblersmoothing down the edges haiku Genie Nakano, 6.18.21
Fronds
Today’s verse inspired by “Synonym of the Day”– fronds. A good site to download. It is a great thesaurus and instant dictionary. The English language is fascinating. I will wear a gown of “vibrant green fronds” unfurled going in all directions I haven’t decided where too… Genie Nakano, March 29, 2021
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
Blood Red
He lies on the floorunable to move or speakI leave him therethat angry manand let his mind expire the ambulance arrivescarries him awayhe cannot movethe right half of himis paralyzed my youth spent away living in a den of darknessthe bedroom was onlya place for bitter dreams beaten by his temperneglected by his needfor wealthIContinue reading “Blood Red”
The Covid Serpent
Loretta*died this morning, 12:30 AMthe ninth of my friendswho died this yearthe Covid snake is gaining ground I look back and see fangs dripping with fresh blood. Stay away from me you evil monster–yet it keeps sliding rippling faster on the ground. I want to live and so did they. “Aren’t you satisfied. Haven’t youContinue reading “The Covid Serpent”
