ryan clark


Walmart in Altus Celebrates 35 Years


A parking lot is hung over the dirt of Altus
down toward the end of North Main,
a new Wal-Mart tall in the wide hold
of space vanishing into the vagaries
of a reframed landscape.

The shelves took on what-
ever a city could work for.

I begin, and I remember her
everyday at the shoe department,
devices for feet on the floor
made of steel and
looking a version of a cross.

Stare at everything so neat
in rows, child. Hear a sound
your feet know to make
over white linoleum
as you try to find what is
layawayed for Christmas.

I see what is worked for,
and I point selfish at the thing,
tying the finger to
the store’s stock of house shoes.
See it happen: the reach,
the move to satisfy.

The making of someone
is so fully saturated with these
movements we fail to signify
as we are built inside of a store,
mother in a vest, her
memory a force fading in.


 

Lake Creek History
for Lake Creek, Oklahoma, formerly a town, now an unincorporated community

In the early years of farmlung,
the Lake Creek community was several plots
of families alive in the work of land. They were
houses full of children running out into fields,
earn arm flung for love of motion; were hands
simmering their water in the loud sun
for a corn on the cob at the end of the day.
A large school is gathered over this,
is a unity with brick we call a people.

Then what is called a Lake Creek
when the school gradually surrenders
children to the city, when the thread
of a future drawn in students untangled
dissolves. Say you call it decrease, the fade
the class is as the last to graduate from home,
as a corner bite in the brick, where even
the last creased hands ruminate, believe it
to be a good place just short of family.


 

Author’s note: Each poem included here comes from a longer manuscript, "Old Greer County," which traces the history of a section of southwest Oklahoma that (until 1896) was part of Texas and which today includes many rural towns that have disappeared or on the verge of doing so, as a result of drought and the systematic destruction of small-scale agriculture. In writing these poems, I used a unique method of homophonic translation which relies on the re-sounding of a source text, letter by letter, according to the various possible sounds each letter is able to produce (ex: “cat” may become “ash” by silencing the ‘c’ as in “indict,” and by sounding the ’t’ as an ‘sh-‘ sound, as in “ratio”). The source texts for these poems include archival materials from the Old Greer County Museum in Mangum, Oklahoma, the 100th Meridian Museum in Erick, Oklahoma, and the Museum of the Western Prairie in Altus, Oklahoma.

 

Ryan Clark is an Old Greer County native and documentary poet who writes his poems using a unique method of homophonic translation. He is the author of Arizona SB 1070: An Act (Downstate Legacies) and How I Pitched the First Curve (Lit Fest Press), as well as the forthcoming chapbook Suppose / a Presence (Action, Spectacle). His poetry has appeared in such journals as DIAGRAM, Interim, SRPR, and The Offing. He lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina with his partner and cats.