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This Land Press


I don’t remember life before fishing, and that’s fine with me, from what I’ve been told of it. Much of my infancy was spent in a St. John’s hospital room, recovering from one of 13 surgeries performed by good Okie doctors working with the skill and instruments available to them in 1947 to remove a […]

02/18/2015 | Okiecentric

Alpha and Omega

By Grant McClintock


Cheyenne Golf Course, in Cheyenne, Oklahoma, is more reminiscent of Tom Joad than Tom Watson. It consists of nine rugged holes, ornamented at their peaks with greens made not of grass, but copper-red sand mixed with biodegradable oil. Greens with tattered, canary-yellow flags stabbed into their centers, resting a stone’s throw from the hot pavement […]

02/17/2015 | Okiecentric

Renegade Golf

By Tyler Palmateer


February is the month of true love; that’s why it’s the shortest month of the year. Valentine’s Day has been a day of romance since the 14th century. The holiday originated in Europe with the belief that birds began to mate February 14. It seemed like a swell idea. Medieval men and maidens began choosing […]

02/08/2015 | Okiecentric

Much Love Lost

By Connie Cronley


Wilber Glasby knows some folks think he’s a hoarder, but he sees cash value in his eight-acre junk-strewn kingdom in Yale, Oklahoma. Deaf since birth and retired from laying railroad track, the scrap dealer says he now lives off selling old soda machines, rusty farm implements and anything else on the place. His wife, Jane, hopes American Pickers […]

02/06/2015 | Original Okie

Wilber Glasby

By Sheilah Bright


Watch any television newscast, read any newspaper, and you’ll know that humans are fascinated with catastrophe. Audiences seem to devour disaster information, however gruesome. It’s not simply morbid curiosity with death and destruction. Our concern involves a search for information, a study of cause and effect. We want to know how it happened, and how people lived […]

02/05/2015 | Okiecentric

The Day Disaster Struck

By Connie Cronley


Saturday morning, July 31, 1965, at 1:05 a.m., Officer Lewis Sikes of the Wynnewood Police Department reported sighting a bright object in the sky a few miles northeast of town. He described the object as having a blue-green center, with a rotating light circling the midsection. The object abruptly rose into the night sky, where […]

02/04/2015 | Okiecentric

Saucers over Oklahoma

By David A. Farris


My mother pulled her flame-orange Pinto into the cratered lot at the entrance to our neighborhood and silently handed me three dollars. The Uni-Mart was where my friends and I rode our bikes for 25-cent candy bars and something to do. Milk cost two bucks a gallon, and the bills in my hand were my […]

01/29/2015 | Okiecentric

Milking It

By Jennifer Luitwieler


Pentecostalism, a branch of Christianity that grew out of Protestantism in the early 20th century, has 280 million adherents worldwide. The movement is twice the size of the Baptists; three times the size of Lutheranism; and six times larger than Presbyterianism.[1] It’s almost unfathomable that the Pentecostals—often referred to as the “third force” in Christianity […]

01/28/2015 | Special Report

Tongues of Fire in Kansas

By Mike Mariani


Lee Lyles of Sulphur, Oklahoma, forged a love for heavy metal as a kid and blazed a farrier career that earned him an induction into the International Horseshoeing Hall of Fame. He’s shod horses for Elvis Presley and Loretta Lynn and amassed one of the world’s largest collections of blacksmith tools displayed at his National Museum of Horse Shoeing […]

01/23/2015 | Original Okie

Lee Lyles

By Sheilah Bright


In November 1876, two men met in Medicine Lodge, Kansas, and discussed their desires to cross the Indian Territory into Texas. Richard Wannamaker was preparing to drive a herd of 30 ponies into Texas, where he was possibly preparing to open a dental office. Frank Kilborn had a wagon, but was unable to secure any […]

01/22/2015 | Okiecentric

The Murder on Turkey Creek

By Martha Buntin


On February 27, 2014, 18-year-old William Rush entered Judge Tom Gillert’s Tulsa County courtroom. He was in sheriff’s custody, and had been since late October the year before, when he was arrested and charged with first-degree murder for the shooting of Tiras Johnson. Rush entered a plea of no contest to an amended charge of […]

01/20/2015 | Okiecentric

We Extend our Condolences

By Brian Ted Jones


I cracked the book’s spine and turned its surprisingly crisp pages, inhaling the damp attic smell that wafted up to my nostrils. My mom’s voice echoed in my ears. I recalled her high-pitched squeal animating three little pigs, and her silly, grumbly growl of a big, bad wolf defending himself. In this 1989 classic tale […]

01/16/2015 | Artist at Work

A Life Illustrated

By Molly Evans

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Grant McClintock

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Joy Harjo

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Allison Hedge Coke

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Marcello Angelini

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Rilla Askew

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Steve Adams

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Victor Moreland

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Bill Crawford

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Gary Busey

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Kristen Vails

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Bob Wills

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Katia Anaya


& 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


(Written while listening to the Andrew Hill Quintet) The French horn strays, then joins with upside-down notes, the trumpet, a grain of felt under a fly-away 3rd valve stem and hard silver jumpin’ reed-pad, high in sax hole. Down in six bars out in eight… & 2 3 and 4. Vibraphone: Open air over mallet […]

12/29/2014 | Poetry

The French Horn and the Fire Escape

By Bill Turley


It is difficult to offer up our hearts like raw chicken on a hibachi grill often the chefs are not delicate at first they try to show off impressing with their clever knife juggling and sweet chopping moves Darling this is not a minute waltz it is a break dance in a hot room the […]

11/24/2014 | Poetry

Love Smells of a Man Named Floyd

By Jennifer E. Hudgens


Some things you can’t figure out. Not even with a whole heap of scratch paper and a ribbon of data from a chattering Teletype machine. Not before time runs out. And time is like progress—she’s not stopping for anybody. The answer is out there, though, in the weather. Foul weather breeds foul deeds. Something my […]

11/19/2014 | New Fiction

Foul Weather

By Daniel H. Wilson


  A seagull on the moon is not lost, She is a student of lunar soils. A cookie in a salad is not lost, It is experimenting with greens. A muskrat in Macy’s is not lost, She just needs a new cashmere scarf, Because she ate the last one. A cheerleader in the desert is […]

11/18/2014 | Poetry

For Rachel, Who Is Not Lost

By Rob Roensch


The cruiser cab hummed all around WilDer, nearly electric with the energy of corralled students on holiday. Mal, a live wire on a normal day, was practically bouncing on tiptoe beside him. “I can’t wait to hit the slopes! The professionals say Acronos is the best,” the rapture in his face dimmed when he looked […]

11/17/2014 | New Fiction

The Homestead

By Paige Duke


Marks Along the river valley who hears the cry of the raptors? Will you avail yourself of the talents at your disposal? Why can’t you congratulate the suicide? In which dimension lies your unfelt emotion? Would the leave lilt in the breeze of your meditation? How long will she go ignoring the fact that she’s […]

11/10/2014 | Poetry

Two Poems by Grant Matthew Jenkins

By Grant Matthew Jenkins


My Father Meets Oscar Peterson at the London House, Chicago, 1962  There they are, standing in the soft light at the back of the hallway where the restrooms are. OP is between sets, and my father walks up, holding his hand out and thinking, “He looks like Big Daddy Lipscomb.” Because it’s my birthday and […]

11/05/2014 | Poetry

Two Prose Poems by Wayne Zade

By Wayne Zade


Progress Report   I think about my self-   ishness all day long.   Introductions   Now I use my   business cards   to squash   the ants that   crawl across   my desk so im-   prudently it’s as   if they don’t   know who I am.   Tall Glass of […]

11/04/2014 | Poetry

Three Poems by John Brehm

By John Brehm