Susan Okapi
@susan-okapi.bsky.social
Scifi writer. Poet. Photographer. Ambidextrous. In San Francisco. 🤓 @Susan_Okapi on X
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Susan Okapi
@susan-okapi.bsky.social
· Sep 8
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first sleepover...
excited giggles from girls
in pink pyjamas
excited giggles from girls
in pink pyjamas
October 3, 2025 at 4:11 PM
first sleepover...
excited giggles from girls
in pink pyjamas
excited giggles from girls
in pink pyjamas
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ultimate frisbee
trying to catch the flight
of vivid red leaves
#DailyHaikuPrompt (vivid) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
Re-posted due to aggressive autocorrect changing the sense
trying to catch the flight
of vivid red leaves
#DailyHaikuPrompt (vivid) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
Re-posted due to aggressive autocorrect changing the sense
October 11, 2025 at 10:24 PM
ultimate frisbee
trying to catch the flight
of vivid red leaves
#DailyHaikuPrompt (vivid) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
Re-posted due to aggressive autocorrect changing the sense
trying to catch the flight
of vivid red leaves
#DailyHaikuPrompt (vivid) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
Re-posted due to aggressive autocorrect changing the sense
After skimming the 20 page contract, the partner replaced “in this Agreement” with “herein”. “Aren’t you lucky I’m here for you?”
The associate nodded, focusing on his collar so her eyes wouldn’t roll.
#vss365 #associate
The associate nodded, focusing on his collar so her eyes wouldn’t roll.
#vss365 #associate
October 6, 2025 at 4:07 PM
After skimming the 20 page contract, the partner replaced “in this Agreement” with “herein”. “Aren’t you lucky I’m here for you?”
The associate nodded, focusing on his collar so her eyes wouldn’t roll.
#vss365 #associate
The associate nodded, focusing on his collar so her eyes wouldn’t roll.
#vss365 #associate
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Reposted by Susan Okapi
feeling the crunch
walking through past summers
after a fall storm
#SenryuSunday #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
walking through past summers
after a fall storm
#SenryuSunday #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
October 5, 2025 at 3:20 PM
feeling the crunch
walking through past summers
after a fall storm
#SenryuSunday #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
walking through past summers
after a fall storm
#SenryuSunday #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
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elegy for the version of me that lasted
I walk through the woods
and every leaf
sounds like the word once
what was I before
I began narrating
some stories end quietly
some become weather
most dissolve
before the next update
still I whisper
to the cloudless air
save draft
#poetry
I walk through the woods
and every leaf
sounds like the word once
what was I before
I began narrating
some stories end quietly
some become weather
most dissolve
before the next update
still I whisper
to the cloudless air
save draft
#poetry
October 5, 2025 at 10:02 PM
elegy for the version of me that lasted
I walk through the woods
and every leaf
sounds like the word once
what was I before
I began narrating
some stories end quietly
some become weather
most dissolve
before the next update
still I whisper
to the cloudless air
save draft
#poetry
I walk through the woods
and every leaf
sounds like the word once
what was I before
I began narrating
some stories end quietly
some become weather
most dissolve
before the next update
still I whisper
to the cloudless air
save draft
#poetry
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The giants stare each other down. We watch from their toes, one misplaced foot and we are gone. But we don't act like we're subject to the whim of their #caprice. We shout at them, and each other, sure this giant will be the first to listen. We must sound as loud as butterflies in the wind.
#vss365
#vss365
September 25, 2025 at 11:22 AM
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So will our doom be petty cares
or merely brute #caprice?
To push up never-ending stairs
and blindly pass by peace?
There’s much to marvel at in life,
but minds are far too strewn
with fickle fruit and buried strife
to mirror a poet’s tune.
#vss365
poets.org/poem/yet-do-...
or merely brute #caprice?
To push up never-ending stairs
and blindly pass by peace?
There’s much to marvel at in life,
but minds are far too strewn
with fickle fruit and buried strife
to mirror a poet’s tune.
#vss365
poets.org/poem/yet-do-...
Yet Do I Marvel
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
poets.org
September 25, 2025 at 1:05 PM
So will our doom be petty cares
or merely brute #caprice?
To push up never-ending stairs
and blindly pass by peace?
There’s much to marvel at in life,
but minds are far too strewn
with fickle fruit and buried strife
to mirror a poet’s tune.
#vss365
poets.org/poem/yet-do-...
or merely brute #caprice?
To push up never-ending stairs
and blindly pass by peace?
There’s much to marvel at in life,
but minds are far too strewn
with fickle fruit and buried strife
to mirror a poet’s tune.
#vss365
poets.org/poem/yet-do-...
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Home Aide
Paul wished her a good morning but heard no response. She’d left him unplugged again; his #power supply was low. He called out a second time, vibrated, flashed a light. Nothing. After a third try he was supposed to call for help, but he wasn’t sure he had enough battery for both. #vss365
Paul wished her a good morning but heard no response. She’d left him unplugged again; his #power supply was low. He called out a second time, vibrated, flashed a light. Nothing. After a third try he was supposed to call for help, but he wasn’t sure he had enough battery for both. #vss365
September 8, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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In dribs and drabs
did we grow outside
our meagre halls of power
in a small New Zealand town
our signs homemade
as we listened to the final speaker say
that mere miles away
from the carnage
they were marching
half a million strong
and we few took hope
as we left in the rain
#vss365
did we grow outside
our meagre halls of power
in a small New Zealand town
our signs homemade
as we listened to the final speaker say
that mere miles away
from the carnage
they were marching
half a million strong
and we few took hope
as we left in the rain
#vss365
September 8, 2025 at 11:09 AM
In dribs and drabs
did we grow outside
our meagre halls of power
in a small New Zealand town
our signs homemade
as we listened to the final speaker say
that mere miles away
from the carnage
they were marching
half a million strong
and we few took hope
as we left in the rain
#vss365
did we grow outside
our meagre halls of power
in a small New Zealand town
our signs homemade
as we listened to the final speaker say
that mere miles away
from the carnage
they were marching
half a million strong
and we few took hope
as we left in the rain
#vss365
Reposted by Susan Okapi
Reposted by Susan Okapi
August 14, 2025 at 5:58 PM
I read this today, and it was so beautiful I felt compelled to share. From the poem, Clothing, by Margaret Hasse:
“Clothes press against
the glass window
of a washing machine
like faces in the rain. …”
MargaretHasse.com #poetry
“Clothes press against
the glass window
of a washing machine
like faces in the rain. …”
MargaretHasse.com #poetry
Margaret Hasse is a poet, teacher, and writing mentor, and has been a consultant to arts organizations throughout the country.
MargaretHasse.com
August 10, 2025 at 7:09 PM
I read this today, and it was so beautiful I felt compelled to share. From the poem, Clothing, by Margaret Hasse:
“Clothes press against
the glass window
of a washing machine
like faces in the rain. …”
MargaretHasse.com #poetry
“Clothes press against
the glass window
of a washing machine
like faces in the rain. …”
MargaretHasse.com #poetry
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#WordedArt #imply #poetry #poem #blueskypoet
"It's all terrible"
-me
"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal"
-T. S. Eliot
"Rowr?"
- my cat wondering why I am yelling at my phone
"It's all terrible"
-me
"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal"
-T. S. Eliot
"Rowr?"
- my cat wondering why I am yelling at my phone
August 6, 2025 at 6:45 PM
#WordedArt #imply #poetry #poem #blueskypoet
"It's all terrible"
-me
"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal"
-T. S. Eliot
"Rowr?"
- my cat wondering why I am yelling at my phone
"It's all terrible"
-me
"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal"
-T. S. Eliot
"Rowr?"
- my cat wondering why I am yelling at my phone