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Eclipsed

Item: Eclipsed
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Author: Genie Nakano

Genie NakanoNovember 1, 2017

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Eclipsed

written by: Genie Nakano

@genieyogini

the sun
hidden in her pocket
she carries
a knapsack
filled with regrets

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Genie Nakano

Genie Nakano is a writer, poet and performance artist. She has a weekly poet column in the Rafu Shimpo, an international Japanese and English Newspaper. She is an award winning writer and poet and published in haiku and tanka journals. She has three poetry books available on Amazon. Currently she lives in with her husband and two dogs. She loves teaching Gentle Yoga and Zumba and being with good friends and family.

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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