Karen Yoder

From a stone bowl your cocktail spreads
along the sky of Tulsa: you quench
our night with tangy glow and mellow Ozarks’ rugged line
then bathe the wolf that crowns the knoll
to howl along Route 59, you rinse our eyes of lofty thoughts
then brew our sleep, distill our ways
from heavenly still and silent spaces you spill
your spell upon our faces.

Karen teaches reading to little folk in the same manner that one should imbibe coffee and down dark chocolate and finds people fascinating, the world broken and beautiful, and writing therapeutic.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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