Where the World Begins – Robert Okaji

Where the Word Begins I end, or so it seems.Small comfort in the light of that lampreflecting from the window,a low, interior moonsubject to whim andcircumstance. And how do we retractthose unsaid lines,heartfelt and meant,but never expressed? The hoot owl voices my response. “Where the Word Begins” was first published in December 2018 at Amethyst Review.Continue reading “Where the World Begins – Robert Okaji”

If Ahead I See – Robert Okaji

Gray skies filtered through light,eyes adapting space,the possibilities of the horizon or a footlashing out in reflex,what do I learn? The house finch sings as ifall air will expire at song’s end. Falling, I release this misplaced trust.The path, muddied and crowded with fools. to read more from this author, please click here: https://robertokaji.com/

Awaiting Thunder, he Dreams – Robert Okaji

https://robertokaji.com/ If all our voices were to meet in the atmospherewhat could the rain achieve? When we give nothing we have nothing. Is it enough to listen? Wisps and heaps, ripples and sheets. Accumulated, dispersed, fingersunknotting death’sgrip, steps taken around the flames, in caution, in delight,imagining the greatest undoings. “Awaiting Thunder, He Dreams” was firstContinue reading “Awaiting Thunder, he Dreams – Robert Okaji”

With Guitar in Hand – Robert Okaji

https://robertokaji.com/ With Guitar in Hand for Stephanie With guitar in hand I observe the green beetles bumbling about,the way they careen and crash and flail aimlessly, but to a purpose. Sometimes I attempt one note, only to strike another, or pluckingthree strings simultaneously, focus on the discordant one, which is, of course, me. How doContinue reading “With Guitar in Hand – Robert Okaji”

Sleepless – Roberk Ojaki

Sleepless One night exhausts another,layering sheets and blankets,wrinkles and folds. Oh, thebody wants to still the mind,and shedding this weight,float freely through the night.Your memory of sleep’s touchwithers as you lie there,absorbing the fan’s pattern.How wonderful, then, to finallydrift across the room and settlein that relaxed corner, among thecobwebs and shadows and thosefrustrated hours nowContinue reading “Sleepless – Roberk Ojaki”

Glass with Memory – Robert Okaji

really enjoyed this. I’ve lost many memories to the glass. – GG Glass with Memory When I remember youglass comes to mind,but nothing so transparentas an unclothed thought or warmth trickling inthrough the pipes orunder the haze ofthe second night’s sheet, no two alike exceptin appearance, but underthe lamp’s unconscious glareI find warmth spreading acrossContinue reading “Glass with Memory – Robert Okaji”