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Flute (Ro)
Today’s piece was inspired after reading Robert Okaji’s wonderful poem “Ro”, please go and visit his fantastic poetry site by clicking on this link >> https://robertokaji.com/2022/11/11/ro-5/Note: Ro designates the fingering required to produce a particular note on the shakuhachi, the traditional Japanese bamboo flute. In this case, closing all holes.Feature Image Above: With the kind permission…
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I have fifty-nine years and no wisdom to show for it. Never enough. Too much.
Robert Okaji, Empty Cup (O at the Edges, June 17, 2018)
Day 10/30 of the Tupelo 30/30 Project (20170810)
Day 10/30 of the Tupelo 30/30 Project (20170810)
one moment i stand framed in metal the next the air takes me i throw myself at the ground….
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Want to read more? You can. My poem while skydiving, i contemplate the inner ear, stalactites, the half-life of monamine oxidase inhibitors, why i consistently burn my bacon, and whether the chute will open is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page. Check it out like a book from the library.
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f. what was the last poem that you loved?
“Trains” by Robert Okaji
1.
In the marrowbone of night,your song parts the fog.
I never knew the secrets entrusted there.
I never knew that cinders and steelcould lie so passionately
and still believe that the watchman’s hourswould evaporate and leave us scratching for more.
I have stolen time.
The windows remain closed and shuttered, Even the wind turns away.
The track narrows.
You call.
Again.
2.
Sometimes song seems the only respitethe rhythm of clashing cars
and moments stretched beyond the next bendto that point where light winks out.
We both know this lonely tunnel.
Payment is due.
I have always exited alone.
3.
Another evening, and red smoke completes the horizon.
Your ribs stretch for distance, and while I cannot see their end, by their sound I know their lot.
Sing for me. It is nottoo close.
Trailer for [Robert Okaji’s] Chapbook — O at the Edges Just going to put this here. All you discerning readers know what to do. The trailer for my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second, is available for viewing on YouTube.
Robert Okaji: Knowing What I Now Know
I would pause at the door,turn around as if to soothethe stray bits of myselfthat have flaked awayinto a collageof awkward posesand misspent wordslodged between cracksin yesterday’s flagstone.I would confess,light votives, harvest basil,pour water. Apologizefor my inabilitiesand distinct angers,learn to extinguishflame and sputtering embers before they flare.I would speak to the living,praise the…
Robert Okaji: The Continuing
So much growth while withering.The body attacks itself, realizes the futilityin compensation, as the spirit expandsover the horizon. I am old, and yet…Pinecones linger. The neighbor’s dogpees on our shared fence. Yesterday’sloss fades in the promise of another dawn,sacraments in birdsong, in car exhaustand friendly chatter. There is joy to find, to break into shareable pieces, and scatter…
