Category: Poems

Poetry from Oklahoma

Eros in September

  The dotted dirt floor around Psyche’s feet pulled me into a story of another’s trials. I held the image of my love for a few seconds, and then I turned away, turned back to the stories of childhood. Even my non-human childhood held…

The Beacon of May

In May, the leaves of the redbud beckon me from the window where I look Out Instead of being Out “Beckon” comes from an Old English word Meaning “beacon.” May is a beacon with its multiple layers Of green and delicate white, Its insistence…

Laying in the Parking Lot at the Low Water Dam Store

The cops were called in because of the report Of a woman “laying in the parking lot At the dam store.” It’s not spoonbill season So the store was not busy, Just one woman supine on the concrete And then one young man trying…

The Train to Will Rogers

Today is the birthday of one of the greatest Okies who ever lived. Will Rogers, who was born Nov. 4, 1879, said, “It’s great to be great, but it’s greater to be human.” In honor of Will, here is a poem that I wrote…

Accessory

I wrote a poem on a piece of a grocery sack today. A few months ago I bought the above two pieces of artwork, or as they are called on the back “wall accessories” at a thrift store. They are both prints from 1972…

In Preparation

The sewing needle rests next to my eighth vertebrate. I cannot feel it but know it is there. The thread circles my kidneys like amber capillaries. A sloping row of real pearl buttons, tiny full moons, bump into my small intestine. Silk blocks wrap…