Tag: Robert Okaji
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What Follows by Robert Okaji
What Follows Robert Okaji, Poem His hand can’t collect what he finds at daybreak. Traffic rumbling, pulses ticking and the layered smells of dried leaves and last night’s pizza. Her smile, in sleep. In ecstasy, even while the week’s tasks drain through his punctured pockets and nothing deters memory and the never was. Wondering why…
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Two Poems by Robert Okaji
Been There Robert Okaji, Poem Imagine how summer rain differs from winter’s. How I’ve become the blackest ribbon of your nights. What if pine needles rose from the earth to rejoin branches? And your conspiracies all wove true? A tapestry of bleak faces concealed in untruths. Bottles uncorked and emptied. I no longer fill your…
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