Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Sometimeswe need to pushthrough the cloudsto feel the sunand touch the sky photo: Genie Nakano
Tag Archives: tanka
Wings~~Tanka/Prose
Angel man
keep growing those wings
together…
we’ll fly out of here.
single tanka published in Spillwords, 2020
Forced~~tanka
Today I forced the morning glory up the trellis– to be or not to be. Genie Nakano, August 18, 2021
Flow~~
Be like water flow into my glass one day I’ll wake up singing darkness into light Genie Nakano, 2020
a puzzle~~a tanka
Life is a puzzle death a mystery perhaps I’ll find an answer after I die Genie Nakano, 2019
Nights of Love~~Responsive Tanka*
Akiko wrote 50 tanka a day I wonder if she smoked drank red wine (Genie Nakano) I found the wine spilled in her tanka a thousand lines tangle her dark hair after a night of love (Katheabela Wilson) no comb nor brush can pass through my hair gentle fingers find their way in darkness wavesContinue reading “Nights of Love~~Responsive Tanka*”
Droughtful written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com presents: Droughtful written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA…known as the barrios of East L.A. Pour it on we need rain for our droughtful minds….. Press on the Droughtful after Source: Source: Droughtful written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com (Press on the Droughtful in blue in the source…)
Sasashi
no comb nor brush can pass through my hair gentle fingers find their way in darkness waves of undulating delight. Genie Nakano This is an excerpt from a tanka response– Nights of Love… by Genie Nakano and Kathebela Wilson. coming out in Ribbons, 2021
Raven~~a tanka
Long black hair falling down the back they call him Raven cunning, swift Raven makes me fly >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Genie Nakano, 7/12/14 post: June 2, 2021, originally published in Storyteller Long black hairfalling down the backthey call him Ravencunning, swiftRaven makes me fly… Genie Nakano, 7/12/14Posted, June 2, 2021 Originally published in Storyteller
A Mystical Path
Spring bubbles with life spilling over my old shoes our bare feet refreshed we walk on an unknown path who says 80 is old. Genie Nakano, May 2, 2021
