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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 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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