Waiting…

No…cutting my hairuntilCovid is Controlledthe weight of it… Genie Nakano, Oct. 13, 2020 When the quarantine began in Los Angeles in March 2020 my hair was shoulder length. Today Oct.15, 2020–Thursday, my hair is almost to my waist and I’ve gained a few pounds along with it–“the weight of it”.

AUGUST MOON

AUGUST MOON standing under an August moon no pockets in my flimsy flowered dress my hands have no home heat rises up my dress nothings underneath a breeze whispers I can’t help but blush plumeria scented breeze streaming down a moonbeam this night perfect for romance yet I’m here all alone Genie Nakano This wasContinue reading “AUGUST MOON”

2020 BLUES

This poem is written by my poet friend Selma Benjamin. She is 101 years old. She has been through the holocaust. She is gentle, kind, and very wise. Here is one out of her hundreds of poems that she has given me permission to print. Here goes: 2020 BLUES Crazy plague from unknown sourceMakes usContinue reading “2020 BLUES”

Soshite (Complete)

I am writing because the blog lost the last five stanzas–sorry… Soshite Cold outside fingers cramp and freeze my age is showing like a fallen slip so… slap on the blush gloss the lips piggy bank more time I’m not ready for elderhood my heart is still a child my body is merely disobedient so…Continue reading “Soshite (Complete)”