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July 27, 2015

Love Beyond Belief

by Reverend Dr. Marlin Lavanhar

When you have a church that is bound together by a promise rather than a…
Grammy nominee John Fullbright performs “Jericho” at the All Souls Coffee House.…

August 28, 2014

Winning Pie

by Abby Wendle

A s an attorney, Joe Hull has spent much of his life negotiating deals. But…
Own This May Be The Last Time on DVD! Tracing a heartfelt journey, award-winning filmmaker…

07/22/2015 | Okiecentric

Scenes from Muslim Day at the Oklahoma State Capitol

By Randy R Potts

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…

07/21/2015 | Okiecentric

Heaven Is a Place for Sale

By Sarah Morice Brubaker

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 and cuddled you while you were sitting t…

06/10/2015 | Okiecentric

Ghosts of the Midway

By Megan Shepherd

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 the crisscrossing train tracks behind me catch my attention, an…

06/08/2015 | Okiecentric

Chicken Fat

By Janis Cramer

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, to be the first ph…

06/06/2015 | Original Okie

Denise Bell

By Chris Dykes

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 lace techniques to fearless knitters. Denise says sh…

06/01/2015 | Oklahoma Expats

Sci-Fi’s Tough Guy

By Grant McClintock

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 have the GPS set for the Broward County Convention Cent…

05/27/2015 | Okiecentric

Reminiscences of an Early Dental Practitioner in Western Oklahoma

By Dr. F. C. Holmes

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 the month of May, 1899, I left Galv…

05/26/2015 | Okiecentric

A Meditation on Metaphors

By Darren Ingram

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 a six-foot-three-inch tree. What makes them so comically terrible? T…

05/20/2015 | Okiecentric

The True Blues and the Tiger Eyes vs. the Ku Klux Klan

By David A. Farris

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 shootout, after being charged with the unlawful sell of liquor. A few months before…

05/18/2015 | Poetry

Onehorse, OK, pop. 1,000: Saaaaaaalute

By Benjamin Myers

  Driving home tonight, I see Loretta Lynn on a casino billboard &  take a left turn to 1982, where I find myself sitting on a red braided rug in front of the console Zenith watching Hee Haw. Men in overalls pop up from cornfields, like ghosts from stony ground, while girls with shirts tied below their bubbled breasts giggle. My father is somewhere wor…

05/13/2015 | Okiecentric

Selling ‘Tulsa’ to Tulsans

By Charles Morrow

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 delighted to see their endeavor…

05/11/2015 | Poetry


By Jeanetta Calhoun Mish

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 we never were. A place you might be now, alone.   Your fat…

05/07/2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

By Joe Dale Tate Nevaquaya

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.   I am intentional to light, dancing upon the moon’s altar, where d…

05/06/2015 | Okiecentric


By Rilla Askew

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 small cabin above the Illinois River where I once lived. Sometimes i…

04/30/2015 | Okiecentric

The Condemned Man’s Son

By RJ Young

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 the pla…