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sometimes I fall when I smell the back of your neck like a puzzle falling into place Genie Nakano, 1991
in our canoe time rows backwards. genie nakano, 9.23.21
as I walkout of my mindPeacefills my stomachI hold time in my hands Genie Nakano, 9.24.19
a storm knocked out all the lights sitting in darkness the soothing sound of a clock ticking Genie Nakano originally published in Gusts a Canadian Tanka journal “Seiko” watches were “Seikosha” a long time ago. This clock keeps on going…
photography by Raphael Raphael, 2020 wind blowing through my hair there is so little time let’s leap above the gust and dance with the wind Genie Nakano, originally published in My book–Storyteller
rocks in a tumbler i have settled with time polishing the gems Genie Nakano (originally published in Ribbons and Spillwords)
facing off with the sting of life my black hair whipping against my face I plough through the night