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*”
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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
Lavender Fields Forever
Shades of purple soothe my restless roving mind as I walk through fields of fragrant sweet lavender love and kindness with each step. Genie Nakano, April 11, 2021
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”
Silver
casting downon my skin, a silver moonhow can needs be fulfilled, when what is wanted is not needed Genie Nakano, Originally published in Rafu Shimpo and Colorful Lives
