Fatherless by Eli Oko

Perhaps I should know how it feels to be woken up by the biggest hand I’ll ever feel whispering, “breakfast is ready” I should remember what it was like picking the chair closest to daddy, ensuring no gap resided between us as we ate ready-break on cold winter mornings I’d be silly to forget the … Continue reading Fatherless by Eli Oko

Late Submission by Eli Oko

So I havent written anything in a while Because I couldnt submit things whilst ill at home in my bed coughing up phlegm the length of strings And playing them in my head like symthanys, pitying myself Because I couldn’t submit things and promote them on my twitter whilst I am travelling with so many … Continue reading Late Submission by Eli Oko