Loretta*died this morning, 12:30 AMthe seventh 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 Snake”
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To be continued…
Over and oversearching seekingnot sureif there is an answerto a lost poemAll my godsare falling downdustis blowing everywherethe sun is burning gasTime drips byone after the otherforgettingwhat day or night it iswhen does eternity endJust ashope was buddinga zombie plague transformedinto an “other”No/ this can’t be trueif fake news is a truthmake this all unrealContinue reading “To be continued…”
when…a tanka
the silence before the sun rises too soon daylight spreads will covid ever end Genie Nakano, Dec. 17th, 2020
Light and Air~~a tanka response
fear waits staccatomy sunken chest rises sharpthe clouded breath waftsaccosted by frigid airreaching through the cracked windowsoft bellyrises and fallseyes closedI pay attentionto my connectiontimeless traditionbreeding safely within kinunfettered I flymy permeable will flowsone with the hidden sensesan empathhypersensitive skininheritedyet I remain heresponge-like absorbingmy delicate touchraps upon the spectral shieldethereal lightsguide haunting journeys beyondparallel andContinue reading “Light and Air~~a tanka response”
The Golden Deer~~a tanka response
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”
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…
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White rice paper blinds hide outside world inside–home Genie Nakano, Nov.8, 2020
A New World Sings
the train lost speed and just plain stoppedeveryone got off and stoodstaring at the tracks mother cowjumps over the old manin the moonmilk spills everywhereluna-tics start spraying silver bullets deep in the forestthings settle into a snoozewhile urban womenblare a new kind of musicyou’ve got to hear it… I can’t explain ityou just have toContinue reading “A New World Sings”
“Umbrella”
The day I wrote this tanka October 14, 2020 my husband Hideki had a stroke. I finished meditating and was compelled to write it. I had no idea he was out in the world and was having a stroke. Hideki, drove himself van to emergency hospital and stayed for 4 days. He is out ofContinue reading ““Umbrella””
Waiting…
No…cutting my hairuntilCovid is Controlledthe weight of it… Genie Nakano, Oct. 13, 2020 When the quarantine began in Los Angeles in March 2020 my hair was shoulder length. Today Oct.15, 2020–Thursday, my hair is almost to my waist and I’ve gained a few pounds along with it–“the weight of it”.
