Fiction and Poetry
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Perhaps one day Giuseppe turned left instead of right,
crossed this bridge instead of that,
misread a pharmacopoeia,
bought a glass of wine, did not buy a glass of wine.
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Fiction
Am I intent on destroying anything I have left? God—what am I doing? What was I thinking?
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If I had wanted a career I would have gotten my doctorate, and my master’s, and my bachelor’s, all in something other, something less specific than Oklahoma history, the lost culture of a people and a state not considered worthy of anything by most of the rest of the country. What’s Oklahoma, right?
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I could only see one of them, out in the backyard filling up a big plastic tub full of water from the hose for two sizable Dobermans. He definitely wasn’t the one Janey thought was in college…he looked pretty young, distinctly adolescent in his backwards baseball cap, baggy tank top, cut-offs, flip-flops, wiping sweat from his forehead with a careless swipe of his forearm, face flushed. My heart melted.
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Poetry
It’s flat–out impossible to believe there aren’t any good poets in Texas, writes 2005 Texas Poet Laureate Alan Birkelbach. Then how come only two poets are featured at this year’s Texas Book Festival? Birkelbach takes a look at the state of the state’s sages. Plus: A poem by Birkelbach.
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“So you don’t
remember me? Don’t you think I know you,
sugar boy? I had your name
burned in the flesh of my body.”

