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This Land Press


There’s Tulsa the city, and there’s Tulsa the movie. For a brief spell in the spring of 1949, when the movie premiered in its namesake locale, the business and political elite of Oklahoma joined forces with Hollywood luminaries in a common cause. The moviemakers sought to boost the oil industry, while the oil tycoons were […]

05/13/2015 | Okiecentric

Selling ‘Tulsa’ to Tulsans

By Charles Morrow


Long after I left Tahlequah I dreamed of the place. Not just the town but the earth and waters that surround it. The Tahlequah of my dreams looks nothing like the real landscape. In my dreams the images are primitive, iconic: a dark symbol land. Still, I always know where I am. Usually it’s the […]

05/06/2015 | Okiecentric


By Rilla Askew


William Clifford Bryson III walked into the viewing room of Oklahoma’s execution chamber clutching his grandfather’s hand. This wasn’t his first trip to McAlester, and it wasn’t his first time inside the largest prison in Oklahoma, though it is hardly a place for children. It was—it is—a place for criminals, and Will was headed toward […]

04/30/2015 | Okiecentric

The Condemned Man’s Son

By RJ Young


On the morning of December 14, 1976, Charlie Brooks Jr. and Woody Loudres waited outside a liquor store on Rosedale Avenue in Fort Worth, Texas. Across town, Loudres’ girlfriend, Marlene Smith, had just turned a trick in exchange for renting a car. She swung by and picked them up. The trio then drove to the New Lincoln […]

04/29/2015 | Okiecentric

Tinkering with the Machinery of Death

By Mike Mariani


The following accounts from European newspapers give an idea of what the Europeans read about the opening of Oklahoma. It is interesting to note that very few articles appeared in the weeks before the opening or in the weeks immediately afterwards. From the 21st of April to the 25th attention was directed towards Oklahoma. The […]


Yesterday was an exciting day for Tulsa. Two reporters from Tulsa World, Ziva Branstetter and Cary Aspinwall, were named as Pulitzer finalists for their impressive reporting on Oklahoma’s execution fiasco. Then they, along with two other reporters, resigned from Tulsa World. Soon thereafter, Bobby Lorton, the former publisher of Tulsa World, announced plans for the May […]

04/21/2015 | Editorial

A New Frontier for Tulsa Media

By Michael Mason


I hurtled down Interstate 40, late for work as usual, barely noticing the beautiful spring morning. I was frustrated with my wedding coordinator, who wouldn’t call me back. And a church staff member had promised me the use of some hurricane lamps for my wedding reception, but I couldn’t reach her either. It was stressful […]

04/19/2015 | Okiecentric

9:02 AM

By Tiffany Doerr Guerzon


I pulled up behind Dr. Randy Wymore’s pickup right as he pulled up in front of Sidney Presley’s house. “Sorry I don’t look like a journalist,” I apologized, explaining I’d smeared bike grease on the button-up I’d laid out for the evening. “Oh, that’s okay,” Wymore half-laughed. “Do you think I look like a scientist?” […]

04/17/2015 | Okiecentric

An Odder Science

By Mitch Gilliam


Elbow deep inside the jaws of a stallion, Edye Lucas closes her eyes as her fingers explore a landscape of slivered canyons and barbed peaks in the moist hollow of a horse’s mouth. It’s cold enough in the barn to freeze saliva on the stainless-steel speculum wedged between the animal’s upper and lower jaws, where […]

04/16/2015 | Okiecentric

Horse Teeth and Heartbreak

By Sheilah Bright


The young black girl poses in a common, patterned dress by an ordinary side chair. Her shadow creates a ghostly presence on the light-colored wall behind her. The pigtails of the 10-year-old Sarah Rector sprout opposite her ears, like antennas on a Flash Gordon space helmet. Historical records conflict over the issue of the first […]

03/24/2015 | Okiecentric

The Unlikely Baroness

By Steve Gerkin


On August 10, 1966, just after 10 p.m., James French walked to the electric chair. Escorted in by two guards, French wore a black suit, dark tie, and black shoes, looking fit enough to give a sermon to an impoverished congregation. He briskly took his seat, where 82 others had died before him, and said […]

03/23/2015 | Okiecentric

They Died For Their Sins

By Bob Gregory


Karl Siewert always wanted to be a librarian, just like his mother. He’s a compulsive researcher who considers every Facebook status a reference question and has a special affinity for the Oxford English Dictionary. “What I really wanted to do is answer people’s questions… It’s not about finding a book; it’s about finding information,” he says, and he […]

03/19/2015 | Original Okie

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Katia Anaya


1983 A week before, I bought my first maternity gear at the Goodwill, a brown empire-waist polyester top with tiny pink flowers, necessity overruling my puritan sense of style.   You are a piece of tattered pink lace clinging to a descansos on a dirt road to nowhere. A roadside in my mind. A place […]

05/11/2015 | Poetry


By Jeanetta Calhoun Mish


The Dream Warrior   I am intentional to light never capitulating the stars or the sway of grasses in my mother’s mouth.   The red gash at my people’s breast is a journey of words and deed, exposed to the sun, a river of blood that pours outward beating against the sun at dawn.   […]

05/07/2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

By Joe Dale Tate Nevaquaya


“Wake up.” My sister was shaking my shoulder, and not gently. I opened one eye. According to the clock on my bedside table, it was quarter to six a.m. I’d dropped off sometime after two. “Please let me sleep, Reem,” I mumbled, rolling toward the wall. She jabbed my ribs. “Wash up.” There was no […]

04/27/2015 | New Fiction

Teenage Vengeance

By Jennifer Latham


*** Me, Shrouded in green, white, and orange I wake up tossing up electric blankets in my single-bed nook Morning shook, consumed by a fiery torrent as I consume rock-hard porridge That ever familiar sight of orange crescendoing like new sunrise to sever our commonwealth ties Becoming the light to eradicate industrial darkness just north […]

03/17/2015 | Poetry

Eulogy for Ireland

By Declan Kiely


*** At the market they never have what I need: sofke corn, dried pea hulls, canuche balls wrapped in foil, baby food jars of bacon grease, possum grapes, wild onions, poke salad, great big catfish, piles of perch stunned by devil’s shoestring, masa harina for making cvtvhvkv (although occasionally they have some in the foreign […]

03/16/2015 | Poetry

A Creek Woman Moves to Northern New York

By Stacy Pratt


With tar still sludging our fingers from roofing jobs worked through the heat of day, with scratches down our forearms from cutting brush, with sunburned backs, poison ivy riding our sore calves, behind the old legion hut, around a pole over a patch of cracked concrete illuminated by one leaning lamppost and an August moon […]

03/13/2015 | Poetry

Night Hoops

By Benjamin Myers


           we’ve come all the way from Oklahoma for locals            to ask if we’re celebrities            No     she says     climbing out of            the back of a convertible            in […]

03/09/2015 | Poetry


By Victoria McArtor


The moon has been off my left shoulder for thirty-seven years and I’ve never known a blue this bad, this purple. Lots of no-woman stories, sure, simple. Lots of gone-woman stories, too. I am lost of gone woman, myself; nothing new here. But I need another story. What I don’t need is Gonewoman leaving east […]

02/16/2015 | New Fiction

You Are Going to Be a Good Man

By George McCormick


& then gay marriage was legal in Oklahoma & it was renamed “Oklahomo” & cowboys went broke back & farm girl lay with farm girl & all the cows turned gay too so they weren’t feeling left out & their milk was sugary post-Fruity Pebbles breakfast flavored & wheat fields bloomed with glitter & oil […]

02/13/2015 | Poetry

Queer as Folk

By Nick Weaver


All right, before you judge me, you have to understand what I was dealing with. No matter what any man will tell you, there is nothing on Earth more tempting, coveted and chased than a beautiful woman. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, all men are messed up. Some chick named Delilah […]

02/11/2015 | New Fiction

It Only Got Worse

By RJ Young


  As we move yet one more step towards dust   Desire fades and jealousy and anguish at loves lost   And days become copies of days before and after following   The brassy sun laughs youthfully at us, reflecting from hair and skin of the young   But we are not fooled by this […]

01/27/2015 | Poetry

Fast Forward

By Warren Brown


  today i covet the light the undefined grey white cloak of the sky holding the remains of night tightly   until the corners unravel as the yellow luminous globes silently falling silently to sleep allow shadows to wander past   the wet stone waits quietly an abandoned nest clings to the bare brown limbs […]

01/12/2015 | Poetry

Today I Covet the Light

By Walt Kosty