• Oklahoma Poems,  Poems from the book Dragonfly Tomorrows & Dog-eared Yesterdays

    Blanton-Kiowa Line

    Blanton-Kiowa Line From Blanton up to Kiowa ran the Santa Fe, her whistles lay silent to this very day. It all started in 1902 by the DE&G, stretching across the land just as far as you could see. Passing through the towns that dotted the Great Plains, she carried many a man and grain, transporting stories of love and pain, even running up those Great Salt Plains. For ninety odd years, her tracks, they sang as the street crossing bells, so sweetly they rang, where the Rock Island line once met the Santa Fe, greeting passengers as they went on their way. Bought up by K&E back in 1997, this…

  • Oklahoma Poems,  Poems from the book Armor Against the Dawn,  Poetry

    The Church of Holy Crude

    Governor Mary Fallin of Oklahoma has declared Oct 13th Oil Field Prayer Day. Seriously. The Church of Holy Crude The governor of my former home state has asked us all to pray. The governor of my former home state practices a different faith. The governor of my former home state has anointed us with oil. The governor of my former home state has erected a monument to her god. On the capitol lawn it watches over us like a guardian angel crafted of metal, as schools lack funding and tornado shelters, while placing first for fracking earthquakes, crumbling our family homes, we know nothing is more sacred. We listen to…

  • abundant sparks and personal archeology
    Oklahoma Poems,  Poems from the book Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology,  Poetry

    Dining with your Skeleton, an Enid, Oklahoma poem

    If you grew up in Enid, Oklahoma as I did, and have studied the town’s history, mythology, and artists, you’ll understand the cultural references in this poem that appears in Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology. This poem also appears on the spoken word album Happy Accidents recorded in Enid in March 2015. (This is a repost, as I noticed there was a broken link on the old post.) Dining with your Skeleton From the sweet simplicity of wooden sidewalks of yore Words intricately woven by that judicious James Your sweet wheat blows Through the fields where dreamers lay. The gentle serenade of Hedges Waltzes with the soulful Mitchell, carrying me…

  • Oklahoma Poems,  Poems from the book Id Biscuits,  Poetry

    East Maine Noms

    East Maine Noms In the downtown of Enid– that’s my old home town– stands a hungry railroad bridge of great renown. He’s 11’4″ from his teeth to the ground. If you’re a trucker you best avoid East Maine Street, because that old bridge is after a treat. He’ll open you up like a can of sardines, because for the noms, he’s quite keen. He’s chewed on a cookie truck– followed by a soda truck to wash it all down. It doesn’t matter if your cargo’s edible. He’s got a taste for yummy scrap metal. His teeth are ready to chomp on down. Most bridges say, “Don’t feed the troll,” but…