Nori *wrapped aroundsteaming ricewanting it to be me and you so far awayin your solitary thoughtscome herelet’s make sweet mochi together take a bitefulfill your desiresbefore it gets coldno time to waste let usbreakfast the sundrip honeyfrom the moontaste life endlessly Genie Nakano,originally published in International Tanka, Tokyo Japan, editor Aya Yuki Mochi: Pounded riceContinue reading “Sweet Mochi * + Dessert”
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Dew Drop
behold this brand new worldfoundin a dropletof evening dew. . . Genie Nakano, Dec. 21, 2020 Originally written for 2021 New year.
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…”
Private~~a tanka
on my patiogrows a pinetreea bamboo fencekeeps private all the sadnessI feel this long winter… Genie Nakano, 12/30/20
Peace Tanka
as I walkout of my mindPeacefills my stomachI hold time in my hands Genie Nakano, 9.24.19
Sur-Reality
We travelto a foreign landbackpacks onlyspoon to keep warmwhisper in empty rooms shake the bed’til the walls spin aroundand cookie crumbs falloff the bedinto our hungry mouths surreal dreamsturn real as clocks meltfrom Dali’s treestime turnsinto timelessness our breath heats the air a tropical breeze blows in from the south fragrant with plumeria aurora borealisContinue reading “Sur-Reality”
Dulce
Remember the sweetness of youthwhen our futurewas long and distanttouch a rainbow Genie Nakano
an untitled tanka
the silence before the sun rises too soon daylight spreads when will covid end… Genie Nakano, December 19, 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””
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