o city of broad shoulders, o special boy of long limbs, city that my grandmother built, i have grown taller than other boys in my grade, full face made of down feathers, wooden soldiers, i thrash my arms in the air with fluorescence, filled with sweets that mother gives me before bed, my brothers shining under porchlight, playing with masks, pretending to be things they are not, i am always outgrowing my church vest, swollen and joyous, my brothers dancing around me, steel mill fathers looking up, and suddenly i am forty feet tall, the rain like creation, skyline as likeness, towering the ferris wheel, doves perched on my ears i am cradling everything above me, hands always reaching, copper and glimmering, i hear sirens below
New Poet Laureate for Oklahoma "Governor Kevin Stitt appointed a new Oklahoma poet laureate. Jay Snider is an award-winning 'cowboy poet' from Caddo County who also works as a rancher. Snider will make public speaking appearances and promote the arts throughout Oklahoma until his term ends in 2024." viaNEWS ON 6
What Sparks Poetry: Wong May on In the Same Light "Writing poetry or reading a poem is by nature a transgressive act. You are transgressing a stranger’s consciousness. This stranger may be yourself. Translating an ancient text & you are transgressing above all against Time. When the work goes well, you are translating without acknowledging Time."
