2016-17 Archives : Page 2 of 3 : Tulsa Review

By Rebekka Mallicoat What a set of words we leave, Our legacy to share. Our children’s…

By Jane Gibson I forgot my rings. They hang on the pointy glass thing Beside the sink,…

By Jessica Hulsey I’ll pick my shortest dress with the lowest cut just so you don’t…

By Myleena Sevin I would have held your hand in mine, soft and clean, Heard the rain hitting…

By Dejah Henson I have endured and borne for love. I have been abused, abandoned, and…

By Brianna Sanow Tulsa I’ve winked at you from across the bar Since I was a child Still you…

By Jane Gibson Struck dumb in the stacks I gape and inhale the essence of Billy Collins.…

By Stephen Boyd Cates If you were as aerodynamically Designed as a yellow and black…

By Sydney Pittsinger We spoke in song titles, communicated via marker and mirror, and…