How Brief, Yet How Full
How brief, yet how full that first encounter
between you in your prime and me in my
secondhand life. Hello, treasure hunter,
would you like to dig through this box of mine?
Sober Winter
Waiting on a slow line at dinner hour,air hunger befalls me, symptomaticof nothing less than a moral panic.Life’s too short for gas station flowersand boxed wine. But: How to be soberin a winter darkened by pandemic? Strain the breath before it becomes tannicand dry, lest it drive me to another
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Black Friday
On looking over my harvest field,To see what crop my life might yield,I was amazed to find its state,For I had left it to its fate. After seeing red almost all year,Night’s darkness during day appeared,And so a profit came to me,There was fruit where fruit should be.
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The Domestic Interior
All of this time spent making and remaking homein my latest self-image, into bouquets of dried memories laid out alive before me; turning down the bed, like an envelope full of flowers,
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HOW TO NAVIGATE THIS SITE
okaypoetry.com is a portfolio site with a clean and simple design that prioritizes the reader experience.
The front page starts with my most recent work and dates back to 2012. To help readers filter this abundance of content, I add categories and tags to every post. All posts fall into one of two categories, Poetry or Prose. Poetry is poetry and prose is a hybrid of personal essay and literary journalism. Tags identify posts by topic (self/identity, nature) and type (rhymed, unrhymed, free verse, form).
