Monthly Archives: December 2013

Love Reads Braille

You do not love me. You love the way my eyes look under these fluorescent lights. You’re in love with the colors with which I paint my words. The arteries of your heart are directly linked to your eyes Like … Continue reading

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To Bodies and Hearts Involuntarily Undressed

You are the sea – you are so much bigger than the parts of you people try to hold in their hands. But “hold” is too much of a kind word for the things that you have seen. You have … Continue reading

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Agave

It might deceive. Or like a cruel window, live its life unopened, offering a view yet reserving the taste for another’s tongue, ignoring even the wind. The roots, as always, look down. Robert Okaji

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Nocturne with a Line after Kees

I close my eyes and see nothing but rain. And after, take pity for what turns beyond sight: the wretched flower, a hiss from the road. Last night the wind stole sleep from my body, leaving me alone, wordless, listening … Continue reading

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Earth

Tremor and stone beset upon the calm. Now water lines the road’s bed, and we see no means to pass. Even so you break what falls. Robert Okaji

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Keeping up with the Joneses

In rat race we jostle Competing not complementing Envy and jealousy balkanize us And every sane man goes bananas Vanity, says the preacher We stumble and fumble Through faceless crowd we jostle Many gored oxen left behind in grumble Only … Continue reading

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The Haughty

Let the haughty Go on being naughty Till in knots he gets caught And he comes to naught The pig-headed Never learns when well-fed Till the good goings get ended And he returns wretched Abiodun Soretire

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Angel

I want to make an angel in the snow though I am old for that sort of thing. That is something I have never done.  A woman from Vermont told me about it. Nobody made slush angels in Brooklyn…unheard of… … Continue reading

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Suncakes

Do you know how to make them? They’re supposed to be light bright and full of vitamin C. Everyone says you just glow after eating one.  My friend had a shining recipe I kept asking for.  Suncakes stop you from … Continue reading

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Let Me Live On…

Please…let me live on… When sudden darkness falls upon the sun That my toils shall never be in vain But I know how hard it’s to keep the pain. Let me go on… Like a shinny Urn Where beloved ashes … Continue reading

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