Winter, Vol 18.1
Robert Okaji holds a BA in history, and was recently diagnosed with stage four metastatic lung cancer. He lives, for the time being, in Indianapolis, and his work has recently appeared in Southern Humanities Review, Shō Poetry Journal, Stone Circle Review, Only Poems and elsewhere.
sipèstisyon If people say your child is beautiful, your child will become ugly. ok, i confess. once, i said fuck you to danny perkins on the last day of kindergarten after a miserable year of being pu
I feel compelled to pick up the baby bird that has died just outside my doorstep this morning. Place her in my hand and rub her toothpick ribs with my thumb. Gently kiss the milky-blue bulbs of her ey
Hey, Future is that you / in the moment / a Buddhist might love / enough to hyperventilate / or the day’s dizzy spin /of 24 hours / kicking joy / to the curbs / of chaos / blessed by Hallmark’s / squa