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This Land Press


When you have a church that is bound together by a promise rather than a belief system, you free people to be honest about what they believe and don’t believe. At All Souls Unitarian Church, in Tulsa, over 2,000 members are united by a covenant of love and service. That means that we have Christians, […]

07/27/2015 | Okiecentric

Love Beyond Belief

By Reverend Dr. Marlin Lavanhar


Muslims in Oklahoma, like other minority communities in the state, haven’t always felt secure in their homes and places of worship. Earlier this year, the Oklahoma chapter for the Council on American-Islamic Relations decided to spend a day at the Capitol meeting with representatives, holding workshops, and sharing their faith in a public prayer. The […]


Roberts Liardon loves talking about the sofa he sat on in Heaven. “It was alive,” he tells the congregation at Kensington Temple church in London. His voice is gravelly and confident, a bit Lewis Black’s but less grouchy and more Southern. “It was alive with comfort. When you sat on that sofa, comfort reached up […]

07/21/2015 | Okiecentric

Heaven Is a Place for Sale

By Sarah Morice Brubaker


I pull into the gravel parking lot on a bleary, sleeting morning. An Oklahoma sheriff keeps watch from a corner parking space, while a woman moves from car to car offering to clean windows for quarters. The sheriff doesn’t seem to mind. A man sleeps on himself a bit out of view. Horns blowing from […]

06/10/2015 | Okiecentric

Ghosts of the Midway

By Megan Shepherd


Everybody at Alice Robertson Junior High in Muskogee, Oklahoma, was wondering why we, of all the students in the entire United States, had been chosen by President Kennedy to be the target group for physical fitness. It wasn’t really the president. He had picked Bud Wilkinson, the renowned football coach from the University of Oklahoma, […]

06/08/2015 | Okiecentric

Chicken Fat

By Janis Cramer


It was a road trip to the Taos Wool Festival that inspired Tulsa native Denise Bell to hand-dye her own yarn. That was nearly 10 years ago; now she runs Lost City Knits, peddling hand-dyed yarns and original knits online and at fiber festivals all over the country. She also travels the U.S. teaching hardcore […]

06/06/2015 | Original Okie

Denise Bell

By Chris Dykes


Descending by car into the flaccid Florida peninsula on I-95 can make a bull rider reach for a Valium. Cars, trucks, and trailers from the entire country drain into this eight-lane nightmare once the weather gets testy up North. A parking lot doing 80 mph. They like things close and fast in south Florida. I […]

06/01/2015 | Oklahoma Expats

Sci-Fi’s Tough Guy

By Grant McClintock


It was a wide open range country, featured by boundless rolling hills carpeted by green grass and acres of many hued wild flowers in the springtime, canopied by blue skies and inhabited by ranchers, whose cattle dotted the prairies. Truly a thrilling and inspiring picture to a young man from the older settled communities. In […]


If you go online and look up “bad metaphors and similes,” here are a few examples you’re likely to find: • The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while. • The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon. •  He was as tall as […]

05/26/2015 | Okiecentric

A Meditation on Metaphors

By Darren Ingram


Tom Bouggous was a man who stood out in a crowd. He was an outspoken and powerfully built Indian who had lived in the Henryetta district for several years in the early 1900s. He had been the city marshal of the nearby town of Dewar, but was removed from office about a year before the […]


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


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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


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