under Aztec skiesa California sushi rollrocks I was born in Boyle Heights, California, Aliso Village Housing Projects. Aliso Village: 1942 – demolished in 1999 one of the most impoverished areas of Los Angeles – and considered one of the last remaining slums. Wikipedia (shrugs shoulders) We didn’t have computers and couldn’t afford a television. SoContinue reading “Aliso Villager ~~a haibun & Cherita”
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Obsession — Daughter of the Moon
my daughterthe old man saidyou are paleand need more yangearth between your toes Obsessed, Daughter stays in her room. She opens the windows and stares out at the sky. Her black hair streaked by moonlight, glistens. Her skin casts an ephemeral blue. Chanting deep into the night, her eyes grow dark and somber. in aContinue reading “Obsession — Daughter of the Moon”
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”
Pandemic Fantasy, 2020
I left the world. It was getting too heavy, surreal like a Dali nightmare. Clocks falling off trees, big blinking eyes in the clouds. Plus a pandemic was going on. The White House announced it on Friday and the Eagle didn’t fly. So I decided to leave the world. I madeContinue reading “Pandemic Fantasy, 2020”
Genie Nakano 