Robert Okaji: The Question is Never
Who will lock the door or leap in front of the jacketed bullet. Nor is it four words born in lust and camouflaged with piety. No one cares … Continue reading
Robert Okaji: Sometimes Love is a Dry Gutter
Or a restless leaf, a footprint. Is fault on a blameless day, scrawled on a washed-out sky. My friend’s music orbits his home, worms through the cracks in … Continue reading
Robert Okaji: Letter to Gierke from the Future’s Past
Dear Ken: I’m fixated on open faucets and drained tanks, on cracked PVC and browned grass, denial and what’s to come, thinking of old dogs and accusations and how the … Continue reading
Robert Okaji: Snails
How convenient to carry a home on one’s back, I think, disregarding heft and plumbing and the shape of rooms too hollow to feel. Yesterday a box of African chapbooks … Continue reading
Robert Okaji: Scarecrow Calls Out the Man
These things I cannot name: that finger of night between fear and peace, in which darkness both cloaks and hugs the wide-eyed. A snake, in the open. And that space … Continue reading
Robert Okaji: Self-Portrait with Knife
Originally posted on O at the Edges:
Self-Portrait with Knife Lacking benefit of prayer or belief, it slips through flesh, praising its temerity. Or, parting the onion’s core, reclaims the…
Late Night (after Li Po)
Originally posted on O at the Edges:
The moon smiles upon my bed. I consider frost and ice, and raising my head, the bright sky. Lying back, I think of…
Robert Okaji: Huazi Ridge (After Wang Wei)
Originally posted on O at the Edges:
Huazi Ridge Limitless birds merging with the autumn-colored hills all along Huazi Ridge this sadness, too, without end Another adaptation. I hope that…
