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Looking for some entertainment and things to do around the state this weekend? This Land Events editor Natasha Ball serves …

Shaun Perkins forged the Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry out of her father’s old machine shop as a tiny monument …

On an oppressively hot evening last May, David Cornsilk addressed a room of so-called “black Indians” at Gilcrease Hills Baptist …

Questions have arisen regarding the May 15, 2013 cover image of This Land magazine which warrant an explanation. The cover …

May 21, 2008. Radisson Hotel, Tulsa, Oklahoma. The Frank K. Berry U.S. Chess Championship. Two International Chess Masters sit at …

When I reached the register to pay for my lunch, I explained to Barry Rogers that I was writing a …

Looking for some entertainment and things to do around the state this weekend? This Land Events editor Natasha Ball serves …

EXCLUSIVE: Is This the Face of the Man at the Center of the Tulsa Race Riot? DIAMOND IN THE …

In 1921, a young black man rode in an elevator with a young white woman. When the elevator doors opened, …

Diamond Dick Roland disappeared. Secreted out the alley door of the Tulsa County Jail into an awaiting car provided by …

Wanna get fresh? Use our list of Oklahoma farmers markets to find the best and freshest produce—along with some one-of-a-kind …

Festivals are stories we tell about ourselves. When you attend a festival in Oklahoma, though your fingers might be sticky …

Since April is National Poetry Month, we’re pleased to run poems by a pair of younger writers who participated in …

drink me, rain says it’s hard to swallow the whole world dry so drink me everything tastes better in Oklahoma …

Others have book fests, opera and garden expos. We have gun shows. Ammo. Freedom and now more freedom: open carry.…

Where I come from, rain is the same thing as love, Falling rarely, and spoken about even less. Daddy tells …

The taste of red wine and dark chocolate Swirlin’ together inside my mouth is Like smoke escaping from the chimney…

Spring The wallows are full. Egrets range on bison backs — colors rise sunward. Summer Their wallows are dust. Bison …

Again I slid up over the horizon and the lights of Tulsa spread flat out before me. “Ah, there you …

Lifted their bikes up- side down above their thousand heads and cheered locked the grid

me and my best friend k.t. hurtled down chug holed roads in her green Gran Torino, racing almost as fast …

A triumvirate of sad-eyed raccoons lounging on the roof of an apartment building in Stillwater benignly surveys the progress of …

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding …

Edwin spotted them the moment he stepped off the train. There were dozens of folks here to meet the Atlantic …