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
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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
The Stringtown Prison Blues
A collaborative blues poem written by the Stringtown Prison Poetry Workshop. This time is so hard to do
This Land
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
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
Three Poems by John Brehm
Progress Report I think about my self- ishness all day
John Brehm
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
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
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
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
Two Poems by Grant Matthew Jenkins
Marks Along the river valley who hears the cry of the raptors? Will you avail yourself of the talents at your
Grant Matthew Jenkins
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
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
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
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
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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