Drawer of Possibilities – Robert Okaji (O at the Edges)

Drawer of Possibilities In the drawer of possibilitiesyou find stasis, the lure of the unknown.To what should this hinged orbbe subservient? Or that wrinkled blade?An egg, the bald potato. The sacrificialcarrot? To everything its purpose.Like that light in the crook of thealtered frame, attracting the wingedbeings. You, of course, serve nothing. “Drawer of Possibilities” firstContinue reading “Drawer of Possibilities – Robert Okaji (O at the Edges)”

The Politics of Doors – Robert Okaji (O at the Edges)

https://robertokaji.com/ The Politics of Doors With every doorway, decisions.Accept, deny. Turn. How to resist the ajar,the barely closed? Is what emergesexpelled or escaped, free or released?Resistant as always, I swivel,pause to inhale. for more from Robert, please find him here: https://robertokaji.com/

If We Burn – Robert Okaji (O at the Edges)

If We Burn What flares instead to replace ourprivileged nights? And which assemblage of words could reorder thesedeaths into comprehension, change I can’t breathe from epitaphto actuated plea for help? Are words ever enough?Can we stack our indifference and fear into a mile-high pyre, and torching itwatch them rise to nothingness, disappearing through the cloudsinto the streamingContinue reading “If We Burn – Robert Okaji (O at the Edges)”

The Bitter Celebrates – Robert Okaji (O at the Edges)

https://robertokaji.com/ The Bitter Celebrates Mention gateways and mythologiesand I see openings to pathsbetter left unseen. No choice is choice,but preparation leads us astray as well.Take this bitter leaf.Call it arugula.Call it rocket.Call it colewort or weed.Dress it with oil and vinegar,with garlic and lemon.Add tomato, salt. Though you try to conceal it,the bitterness remains. ButContinue reading “The Bitter Celebrates – Robert Okaji (O at the Edges)”

Bottom, Falling – Robert Okaji

https://robertokaji.com/ Bottom, Falling Through that window you see another birdrising, unlabeled, unwanted, yet noticed.A limb’s last leaf. The boy’s breath.Like the morning after your father died,when temperature didn’t registerand heat shallowed through the morning’send. Still you shivered. Glass. Wind.Night’s body. How to calibrate nothing’sgrace? Take notes. Trace its echo. Try. “Bottom Falling” was published in IntoContinue reading “Bottom, Falling – Robert Okaji”

Buddha’s Not Talking – Robert Okaji

https://robertokaji.com/ Buddha’s Not Talking He looks out from the shelf while I considermanure, sharp knives and the hagfish’s secondheart, or whether odors differ in texture when a dog retraces his steps through the park, and do they reallylose themselves or just quickly shed their pasts,forever moving towards now. Sometimes I say hello, but truthfully weContinue reading “Buddha’s Not Talking – Robert Okaji”

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”