The Most Intimate - A Poem by Robert Okaji @RobertOkaji "Some constellations escape language, stars looming without nouns and adverbs, the utterances of the planets caught in the gravity of their own situations..." #poem #poetry
Latitude Sometimes it’s enough to know that a chicken preceded this egg, that some crossed the Atlantic, and others, yes, the road. Perhaps I am too enamored of this fondness for imprecision, never certain where evening ends in your latitude,... Continue Reading →
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