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Hay Maker

By mechanics, lanes of yellow vanish into the bailer’s munching mouth, while out the other end, like some

Sandy Hiortdahl

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Dream Catcher

“And where are you from?” The inevitable vacation question. And I want to say Not that Oklahoma, The one you

Xandra Kaste

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Safe

Added a padlock to the fence, I am safe, nine different passwords, I am secure. New model with

Landry Harlan

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Plane Cowboy

The man in a yellow shirt behind me His head too close to mine above worn navy-blue faux-leather, above the

Shandhini Raidoo

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Haul

Their two-ton Jimmy staggers now, rolls and wobbles on creaky springs, creeping over berms on a

Nick Norwood

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Summer Leaving Oklahoma Before the Advent of Global Warming

Some morning in late September he’d stumble in the diner ragged as a dandelion in a dust storm: ripped

Nick Norwood

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Oil Change

Oil filters into fingertips and under my nails, stains my callouses, clothes, driveway. Now it’s five

Randall Weiss

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Fireflies

Behind the backyard in red gold afternoon, shadows from the freeway wash against the side of forty-year-old homes

David Beebe

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Cain’s

Down at the music floor where they sell beer with plastic collars and gauges hide under mullets next to

Casie Trotter

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The Bicyclist

Your sweat falls in drops dotting the trail on a map, in a tour along the river, beside the irrigated

Frank Graham

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Chet Baker’s Return

night club no time lighted juke box music, pockets of muffled chatter from expectant patrons scatter

Paul Austin

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Then

Black Blizzard—hundreds of thousands of years to create the topsoil. Red from Oklahoma, Texas grey, brown Nebraska.

Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

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This Alley

May 2013, Oklahoma County Highway’s littered – Broken wasp mid upturned beetles, kindling

Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

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Lament

oh, woe to the woeful, aloe to the alone, tissues for the tears, this bitch world on its knees, the danger of

Michael Wright

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Malissa

1983 A week before, I bought my first maternity gear at the Goodwill, a brown empire-waist polyester top with

Jeanetta Calhoun Mish

Three Poems

The Dream Warrior I am intentional to light never capitulating the stars or the sway of grasses in my

Joe Dale Tate Nevaquaya

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Eulogy for Ireland

*** Me, Shrouded in green, white, and orange I wake up tossing up electric blankets in my single-bed

Declan Kiely

A Creek Woman Moves to Northern New York

*** At the market they never have what I need: sofke corn, dried pea hulls, canuche balls wrapped in

Stacy Pratt

Night Hoops

With tar still sludging our fingers from roofing jobs worked through the heat of day, with scratches down our

Benjamin Myers

Onehorse, OK, pop. 1,000: Saaaaaaalute

Driving home tonight, I see Loretta Lynn on a casino billboard & take a left turn to

Benjamin Myers

Anchovies

we’ve come all the way from Oklahoma for locals

Victoria McArtor

Fast Forward

As we move yet one more step towards dust Desire fades and jealousy and

Warren Brown

Love Smells of a Man Named Floyd

It is difficult to offer up our hearts like raw chicken on a hibachi grill often the chefs are not

Jennifer E. Hudgens

For Rachel, Who Is Not Lost

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

Rob Roensch

Two Prose Poems by Wayne Zade

My Father Meets Oscar Peterson at the London House, Chicago, 1962 There they are, standing in the soft light at the

Wayne Zade

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Two Poems by Rose McLarney

First in Right A subdivision’s plumbing, a predictable grid, is of greater worth than irrigating the uncertain

Rose McLarney

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Three Sonnets

1. Richard Roberts, ca. 1954 He used to hold her down (my mother used to say) and lick. His long, pink tongue would

Randy Roberts Potts

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An Apparition and a Refuge

It’s one of those buildings that everyone has seen and many have noted, but hardly anyone can locate. Even those

T. Allen Culpepper

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Bookmobile

I always thought I would grow up to work in a Bookmobile. It'd be my job to drive the lumbering green bus through

Angelia Herrin

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Work: A Ghazal for Oklahoma

(State Motto: Labor Conquers All Things) I learned about the battle over the lethal drugs on the radio while

Julia McConnell

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The Hubble Telescope and the Wild Mustang

What does it mean, that the universe is growing larger, faster? Unlike my life, which seems to be slowing, even as it

Britton Gildersleeve

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Cleaning House

I am saying goodbye to my life. Throwing away books, teapots, pens. Saying farewell to my mother’s passport my

Britton Gildersleeve

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A Lexicon of Trees

The apricot my grandmother planted the day that I was born. She made me fried pies in her

Britton Gildersleeve

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It’s Too Late

For the houseboat in Amsterdam. The snake of blue through the city will wind without me turn to ice

Britton Gildersleeve

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Only Indians Can Talk to Animals

Snow covered fields with ice hanging from limbs of trees. A doe came walking out from behind a cedar and

Michael Daugherty

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The Gentlemanly Art of Pugilism

I punch you in the head. You fall down, unconscious but not quite dead. Thank you. It was

Jim Tolan

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The Return

An old man sits in my straight-backed chair salvaged from the curbside trash sits quietly, without shifting

Jim Tolan

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Flashes

There was a time when I couldn't write a poem without my mother showing up in it. There she would

Nicole Callihan

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Duct Taped Heart

Sometimes I google “art AND love,” and then I click on “Images” and scroll way, way down until I come

Nicole Callihan

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Home State

somehow you became pixel became less dust and sky turned into newsfeed away from

Nicole Callihan

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Rapture

We are the plastic children, flying toward the sun. We are the infirm rising through rooftops, we are the

Miss Terri Ford

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When I was a Kid…

I tortured horny toads when I was a kid I don't feel good about that but I did – I surrounded em with lighter

Doug Claybourne

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Nude in the City

Your hands on newspapers, your hands in your hair. Is your body yours to undress? Or is someone across town

Regina DiPerna

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First Lesson in Racism — Mississippi — 1993

here are yr. five year old fingers plucking pecans in front of the trailer here is the lynch rope looming from your

Claire Collins

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OG’s and Lemonade

These new cool gangstas aint got nothing on the O.G.’s, The original G.’s, The Pistol packin, dynamite in petite

Keiyetta Guyon

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In the Field

The red fox flashes in the field, and the mind wants to stop it. Run the catalogue of what it knows, put a

Michael Madonick

Curled, Slightly

Don’t think because I hid in the bathroom that I didn’t enjoy last night’s office party. I loved your red-ribbon

Tim Carter

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The Ease of Trout

where the road descends steeply as it twists like gorgeous wreckage and there is always brightness like

Jeffrey Skemp

The Number of Heaven and Earth

They stole chickens and slaughtered cows they castrated pigs they cut the tails off piglets they followed deer

John Colburn

God Says Yes to Me

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic and she said yes I asked her if it was okay to be short and she said

Kaylin Haught

Sowing Ohio

Housebound in this town, love yellows. Stay, and watch the walls peel away from their ceilings. Look through this

Rochelle Hurt

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Through a Country

You, on the one hand, see a land Green and rolling With chalky marble And stretches of yellowed sandstone Patched

Joel Stein

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Oklahoma Boyhood

Each time I painted nails Brilliant Blush, Sparkle Silver, I’d land in the bathroom. Larry the Ladle or

Amy Susan Wilson

The B Side

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

Bryonia Liggins

Howl for Me

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

Nick Weaver

Queer as Folk

& then gay marriage was legal in Oklahoma & it was renamed “Oklahomo” & cowboys went broke

Nick Weaver

The Falling

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

Preston Wells

The Burden of Being Tate

see brady see brady now a ghost of tulsa’s flitting past wandering the old streets without aim ambition or

Walt Kosty

Today I Covet the Light

today i covet the light the undefined grey white cloak of the sky holding the remains of night

Walt Kosty

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Downtown Sunday Morning

this is where the wind comes to a place where there are no longer plains to bolster the pioneer

Walt Kosty

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A Year with the Bison

Spring The wallows are full. Egrets range on bison backs --- colors rise

Erin Glanville Brown

1977 Seminole County

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

Jeanetta Mish

Rooftop Raccoons

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

T. Allen Culpepper

Cry Baby

You are the cat most like I was as a girl with a soft coat, fine reflexes, fresh eyes. I sat on many porches,

Jane Vincent Taylor

New Law Makes Local Poet Nervous

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

Jane Vincent Taylor

Forever Home on Mind

I wept into the sea; it did not overflow. (Buddhist meditation) Spread out over a great

Kyle Erickson

Cargo

What is on the train rolling through my city so important the conductor sounds the whistle every other second from

Chad Reynolds

Commute

A famous architect just passed me. He wore a ponytail and turned the steering wheel with one hand. Maybe he was

Chad Reynolds

The Buckhorn Inn

That-which-regions is an abiding expanse which, gathering all, opens itself, so that in it openness is

David Bearden

Hard Luck Okie

This poem was recorded by the Library of Congress at a migrant farmer’s camp in California in the late 1930s. Before

Roy Turner

Housing

House of all day; house on the sea, of doors no one knew how to enter; house of small country and green, green land;

Karen Alayna Thimell

Back Roads

The explosions are always real. Small wheels turn tighter. These stark prairie towns keep the eyes and bones close

Laura Brandenburg

Photo by Leandro Rodrigues Magalhães de Marco.

Café

Luckily, She was there to take his order. Or he wouldn’t have gotten any coffee. Luckily, There was that

Eli Wright

Job Machine

as wages stagnate up store square feet sore from eight days a weak excuse for profit margins measure of time out

Melody Charles

Cardiology

One. Heart melts into ink. Burns in the Arctic eternal night. Melts snow to drips. One. Drip drips down

Nicklaus Faith

Karma, Oklahoma

As I puzzled over the position of Karma, a bony waitress at a roadside café swept up all my change and explained how

Caleb Puckett

special you’s

you’re too much waist in time. you’ve been renting a room in the wrong house and your bill was late. you’re

Mia Wright

That’s Not Funny; You Clowns Don’t Make Me Laugh

The woman in the grocery store on Sunset stopped me in the produce, her claws about my shoulders, to bless me on

Lynn Melnick

Vigil

The light from our candles makes coronas in the mist as a breeze threatens to blow them out. He bought them at the

Matt Hollrah

Autobiography

----I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1942. ----No, I wasn’t. I was born in Salem, Arkansas in 1942. I always say I

Joe Brainard

Desiderata

In the valley the treetops are bandaged in a dirty gauze the fields lusty with flames set to startle another growing

Justin L. Bond

Pairings

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

Jenny Sullivan

Jazz on a Diamond-Needle Hi-Fi

Mama dropped the needle and my heart jumped. It was fascinating, titillating, be-boppin’, foot stompin’, traffic

Deborah J. Hunter

Doomed to Repeat

(About the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre: It is not our failure to remember the past that dooms us to repeat it; it is our

Deborah J. Hunter

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Shoes Without Laces

Eldon Dykes’ father arrived on Sunday nonstop Greyhound bus from Oklahoma for a visit Next morning after

Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel

To the Knights of Liberty

This verse appeared on the front page of the Tulsa Daily World on November 15, 1917. EDITOR’S NOTE: “The tarring

F.L. Lanford

Center of the Universe

Something goes on here, the echo magic. We step over the spot and echoes bounce from our voices. The warehouse,

Ann Zoller

Critical Mass

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

John Brehm

Prophecies: Right Here, Right Now

Today it’s a guy hawking prophecies on the 4 train. Strides into the car at the Brooklyn Bridge stop, white

John Brehm

Critical Mass

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

John Brehm

Three Poems by John Brehm

Progress Report I think about my self- ishness all day

John Brehm

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Building a Frog

Guide the scalpel with milk-wrinkled hands fine-honed point tracing delicate veins. Gently peel back transparent

John Wooley

Coming Home

On Interstate 35 north of Guthrie, driving through evening shadows I pass a rusting, stale green Chevy bouncing

Ken Hada

Sundown on the Blue River

White sun hangs just above the falls. You look upstream at cascading water immersed in sound, frozen by its

Ken Hada

Homecoming

For Uncle Max Greed, I guess—my father answered me uncharacteristically critical of our ancestors, their

Ken Hada

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For This Time, At Least

As darkness descends, this time in-between, when stars are not yet lit, the moon lingering far away, I

Ken Hada

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