The turtle that swam to the shore, takes me on his back, to the bottom of the sea… my father is there, my mother is there they are young and in love somersaulting in the waters i join them in their play our hands interlock we form a circle round and round we go gulpingContinue reading “Below the Surface”
the sound of his flute bounce off canyon rocks fish jump within a dancing river in the land of Quechan genie nakano, 6.4.22 Quechan, a native American tribe always lived in the Southwest’s Colorado River Valley area. Quechan–those who descended by way of water.
Be like water flow into my glass one day I’ll wake up singing darkness into light Genie Nakano, 2020
Melting in my kitchen… I watch I listen to the rain as it falls from sky to earth creating songs only gods can sing I am one with them today tapping my feet dancing to the beat can we hear some thunder oh, thank you, Zora rolling across clouds as lightening cracks the sky theseContinue reading “Melting in my kitchen…Free verse…”