Money money moneyHow much do you makeHow much do you takebeads, sugar and spiceslet’s trade with good will Ask a personhow much money do you makeit’s unpresidentialor “how old are you”impolite–crude and crass My income–Retirement–450 dollars a monthSocial SecurityIt’s all so boring and pettyI’m 73 and moving up A billionaire friend of mineasked what’s thisContinue reading “Okane–Lakshmi–$”
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my lover~~Tanka
my lover tells all my secrets nothing stays inside a paper sliding door torn by the wind Genie Nakano
IDENTITY“`tanka
I was born with two strikes against me Asian and…my mother didn’t like me I wanted to be golden wear a curly blonde crown of Shirley Temple locks Into my teens I streamed, oye orale pues orale pues I poemed my story right on write on Blackness became my call I danced the moves woreContinue reading “IDENTITY“`tanka”
there are days like this…tanka series
there are days like this… the weatherhas changed to misty greysummerheld in check and global heatis swept under cover that is…until the fires sweep againstrange thingshappening to our air, waters, soilstirring doubts at tea parties why bear childrenin a world that won’t be aroundmuch longerso the prophets claim I still have hopeI guess–maybe–who careslet theContinue reading “there are days like this…tanka series”
5:00 AM
sometimes I fall when I smell the back of your neck like a puzzle falling into place Genie Nakano, 1991
Orale Pues~~Tanka
born in ELA barrios I live in a world of dualities in my tight skirt and sweater I can cha cha ‘n hully gully down but I don’t know who I am I peroxide my black hair red rat it high, rat it high pierce my ears with catholic cross orale pues-sansei Buddha- head becomeContinue reading “Orale Pues~~Tanka”
sky
Originally posted on Genie Nakano:
Sometimeswe need to pushthrough the cloudsto feel the sunand touch the sky photo: Genie Nakano
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~~tanka
Be like water flow into my glass one day I’ll wake up singing darkness into light Genie Nakano, 2020