Nothings Solid ~~free verse/tanka

Molecules spacing outWider, longer, deeper –into airlight and sound go through meI am invisibleyet I am herecan you hear melike the windthat can’t be seenonly it’s effectsthe rustle of grassleaves dancing in treesinside mea tsunami crashingwhite rabbitsfrolicking on the foamnothing is solidspace wider, longer, deeperI, no longera woman, a humanjust space spacious spacebeyond skyspacing out…GenieContinue reading “Nothings Solid ~~free verse/tanka”

Below the Surface

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”

Quechan~~tanka

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.

Melting in my kitchen…Free verse…

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…”