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Begin at the beginning!
Hello reader and thank you for stumbling on to my little corner of the internet. I hope my words fascinate you, make you think, inspire you to explore your own inner world or help you understand someone else (possibly me, but hopefully someone you actually know). To begin at the beginning I will tell you…
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Pressure Cooker
Pressure cooker I live in a pressure cooker. The temperature is low, I don’t feel the burning up, the burning out, not at first. By degree I vibrate, bar by bar my head inplodes. A timer, a pause, the boiling stops. No, it pauses. Too soon to stop, the dish is not done. Steam released….
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Sunglasses
Sunglasses. For when smiles don’t reach your eyes For tears that don’t roll down cheeks, but need to be hidden For eyes that betray. Ify
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I have no goodbyes
It is the day of the wake and as one of his children, his legacy left behind, I must speak. Every time I think of speaking breath catches in my chest. Momentarily everything stops. I panic, I cry. It does not stop, the pattern never changes; I must speak and then I can not breathe….
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Today
Today is for remembering my father, who passed away two months ago. Today was for weeping. Today was for finally writing down the words I mean when I say “I’m Ok”, for capturing the poetry that now lives alongside my grief. Today was for hikes that let me cry behind sunglasses and express gratitude for…
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He Died
He died His heart stopped. So did mine His breathing ceased. As did mine. His face smoothed. Mine went slack. He got younger. I aged. Peace descended but for me, the chaos has just begun.
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Tribute
I woke up this morning, finally ready to write a tribute to my father. I wept. I remembered. I wrote. Though I am still not ready to write about him, only around him. Only to him, but not about him. As I write this, I weep because I still can’t believe you are gone. To…
What I Mean When I Say I'm Ok
When spoken words fail you…
This is how it all started…
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Ify Okolo-Grebe
I’m Ify, a professional, a wife, a mother, a first generation something, and a person who feels a lot but can’t find the words when speaking, so writes instead.