a tanka response by Genie Nakano and Susan Rogers…* Hill top deer yearns for a pine branch the bough softens leans and bows a golden sunset glows bathed in gold the hills sing a ballad of light everywhere she turns divinity shines under pine trees matsutake mushroom reveal their fragrant scent a secret offering sheContinue reading “The Golden Deer~~a tanka response”
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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…
Sweet Sublime Beat
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”
Together…Tanka
Angel mankeep growing those wingstogether we’ll fly out of here. Genie Nakano, on “Spillwords”, today, Sept.29,2020 November 3, 2020, USA votes– that’s when we fly!
Again…
music in the roomgets us rocking on our feetwe turn aroundLose our headsfall in love again Genie Nakano Genie Nakano originally published in “Coloring In”, tanka response/Gerry Jacobson/Coordinated by Amelia Fielden 2016 GINNINDERRA PRESS
Murasaki
a wise woman in Norwich, England once said “When we are old and careless” inside my bones clattered for a moment I was free. cold bones luke warm blood wrists of a sparrow no wings. my left hip clicks in a silver joint unstable yet balanced titanium tensile strength decrees to out last me. somethingContinue reading “Murasaki”
A Retired Dancer
A ballet dancer looks at herself in the mirror everyday as a matter of fact a check on reality a retired ballet dancer–facts change is that really me in the mirror the front or the back bring out the bike the scales take a walk retard–the old bastard of time some say lucky to beContinue reading “A Retired Dancer”
Cognitive Meditation…
When I meditate many feelings surface anger love regrets I practice on letting them go Genie Nakano, August 6, 2020
Long Overdue
I sing upon a star coyote by my side earth trembles with aches and growing pains a birth overdue Genie Nakano originally published in “Coloring In”, 2016