on my patio grows a pine tree a bamboo fence keeps private all the sadness I felt this covid winter no comb nor brush can pass through my hair gentle fingers find their way in darkness waves of undulating delight Genie Nakano
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Fronds
I will wear a gown of “vibrant green fronds” unfurled going in all directions I haven’t decided where to Genie Nakano, March 29, 202
Breathe
Nothing like an old belt, he says, like my arms around him doesn’t cut or cinch Genie Nakano, originally Published in Storyteller, 2014
Women
Women hold up half the skyour curvessurround the Oceansdeep within lies bliss Genie Nakano, 3.2.21, originally published in Rafu Shimpo HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY MONTH
The Covid Serpent
Loretta*died this morning, 12:30 AMthe ninth of my friendswho died this yearthe Covid snake is gaining ground I look back and see fangs dripping with fresh blood. Stay away from me you evil monster–yet it keeps sliding rippling faster on the ground. I want to live and so did they. “Aren’t you satisfied. Haven’t youContinue reading “The Covid Serpent”
Sweet Mochi * + Dessert
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”
Private~~a tanka
on my patiogrows a pinetreea bamboo fencekeeps private all the sadnessI feel this long winter… Genie Nakano, 12/30/20
Haiku: Perfect Partner
TwilightI dance with my shadowthe perfect partner Genie Nakano, 12.24.20
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”.
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All my godsare falling downdustis blowing everywherethe stars are burning gas. genie nakano, sept. 28, 2020, morning
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