Ballet de la Lune

In a never ending stream of consciousness I try to grab a winter moon sliding down a wave of shimmering light entering a mist where moonbeams shinedown on my black hair cravings and desires dance with in a restless mind too much yin and sleepless nights make me pale and frail I remember what myContinue reading “Ballet de la Lune”

Civil War inside my head~~Tanka series

Civil War This headache won’t go away visualizing sunshine on my shoulders only brings rays of pain a civil war inside my head erupts is it they or is it I? take me up to “Pureland”* the land where Buddhas play all day in a golden bright story fairytaled with loving light I believe theContinue reading “Civil War inside my head~~Tanka series”

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”.

An Enchanting Tanka

I am back to working with our local Gardena Newspaper in L.A. county. Here is my latest contribution. I took the photo in Vietnam, 2010. It’s a palace but sorry I can’t remember where it was. If anyone knows where this photo is — please tell me. I suggest new writers approach their local newspapersContinue reading “An Enchanting Tanka”

Ying Yang Moon

darkness, lightnessyin yang, yang yinman…womananimal…humanwe have many lives beaming downon my skin a silver moon…how can needs be fulfilledwhen what is wantedis not needed a turtle floatedto the island’s shoreyears agomy father rode on his backto the bottom of the sea waves rollingacross the sandjust a dreamsoft and tenderI believe in Miracles an ocean shimmeringContinue reading “Ying Yang Moon”