Eulogy for Ireland
*** Me, Shrouded in green, white, and orange I wake up tossing up electric blankets in my single-bed
Declan Kiely
Filter / Sort
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
Malissa
1983 A week before, I bought my first maternity gear at the Goodwill, a brown empire-waist polyester top with
Jeanetta Calhoun Mish
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
Then
Black Blizzard—hundreds of thousands of years to create the topsoil. Red from Oklahoma, Texas grey, brown Nebraska.
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
This Alley
May 2013, Oklahoma County Highway’s littered – Broken wasp mid upturned beetles, kindling
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
Chet Baker’s Return
night club no time lighted juke box music, pockets of muffled chatter from expectant patrons scatter
Paul Austin
The Bicyclist
Your sweat falls in drops dotting the trail on a map, in a tour along the river, beside the irrigated
Frank Graham
Cain’s
Down at the music floor where they sell beer with plastic collars and gauges hide under mullets next to
Casie Trotter
Fireflies
Behind the backyard in red gold afternoon, shadows from the freeway wash against the side of forty-year-old homes
David Beebe
Oil Change
Oil filters into fingertips and under my nails, stains my callouses, clothes, driveway. Now it’s five
Randall Weiss
Haul
Their two-ton Jimmy staggers now, rolls and wobbles on creaky springs, creeping over berms on a
Nick Norwood
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
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
Safe
Added a padlock to the fence, I am safe, nine different passwords, I am secure. New model with
Landry Harlan
Dream Catcher
“And where are you from?” The inevitable vacation question. And I want to say Not that Oklahoma, The one you
Xandra Kaste
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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