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written by: Genie Nakano



Running through wheat fields and skipping stones across the river are not my childhood memories.  My turf is a concrete city project playground filled with chain linked fences and swings.--where I fall in love with the boy next door and beat up the boy down the block. Boy crazy is what my mom called me.

I steal my mother’s Maxfactor red lipstick in the first grade.  When I’m ten—I’m fifteen and when I’m fifteen I’m twenty one. My imagination grows as big and wild as a jungle. A broomstick is my palomino pony and I can lasso Mars.

Urban living-- it’s not so bad. At night when all the smog settles-- the moon shines as bright as a silver bell.

coyote howling
to the moon
I am here

Genie Nakano

Genie Nakano

Genie Nakano loves to write. She is a journalist for Rafu Shimpo and has written 3 books of tanka and several yoga books. Tanka is a five line short poem originating in Japan over a thousand years ago. Currently she teaches, Tanka, Gentle Yoga and Meditation at the Gardena Valley Japanese Cultural Center in Gardena, California. She recently moved to Gardena where she lives with her husband and two dogs. She is enjoying her new life.
Genie Nakano

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