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Clean Slate, Richard Dinges Jr.
Clean Slate, Richard Dinges Jr.
Westview
No one wonders why we return each morning, eyes half-shuddered, mouths yawning
On The Move, Jack Cooper
On The Move, Jack Cooper
Westview
Arriving I caught the bus to the beach under a blue and white sky and sat behind five or six riders
Your Girlfriend Is A Boozy Animorph, Henry D. Goldkamp
Your Girlfriend Is A Boozy Animorph, Henry D. Goldkamp
Westview
My shadow nearly dodges your ghost for an iced glass, again a gin to toast.
A Certain Age, Anne Babson
A Certain Age, Anne Babson
Westview
The body churns out its red butter every Twenty-eight days but spends the whole cow to do it. The skin still glows a little, but blood vessels ruddy As the spaceship face fissures, approaching warp speed.
Ballad Of St. Stephen's Green, James B. Nicola
Ballad Of St. Stephen's Green, James B. Nicola
Westview
While loitering in St. Stephen’s Green, Watching the youth pass by, I spied an elder gentleman In a blue suit and bright tie
Beetles In Moonlight, Gordon Grice
Beetles In Moonlight, Gordon Grice
Westview
This rooted cliff is riddled and pocked. On August nights, you can watch the moonlight clatter into shards that move apart and come together to couple.
Blimps Are Cool, Molly Sizer
Blimps Are Cool, Molly Sizer
Westview
Today we saw the Goodyear Blimp. It flew above the roofs of town.
Carved Door, Dennis Ross
Carved Door, Dennis Ross
Westview
I stagger with a heavy door, thick, ancient oak with six carved panels: a dove, a plow, flowers, wreathed acanthus leaves.
Health Care, Dick Bentley
Health Care, Dick Bentley
Westview
On this hill, in this clump of trees at the edge of the golf course, I sit with the wind swaying the daisies.
If Ever, Dilvin Işiki
If Ever, Dilvin Işiki
Westview
If ever this sadness unbraces the ties between me and you, I’ll hang myself to your happiness;
Midnight Run To Nacogdoches, Robert L. Penick
Midnight Run To Nacogdoches, Robert L. Penick
Westview
He is sitting in a fast food restaurant, pining for a woman who has never had an original thought in her life. It is Christmas Eve, and she is five hundred miles away, celebrating with her new in-laws. He is a damned fool, but hasn’t quite realized it yet.
Naming Southwest Oklahoma, Molly Sizer
Naming Southwest Oklahoma, Molly Sizer
Westview
Young Andrew Carnegie invested years steeling money; in his old age, he built imposing music halls on the east coast and libraries in rural towns out west.
The Choice Is Mine, John Grey
The Choice Is Mine, John Grey
Westview
I wear mismatched clothes, fill the sink with dirty dishes, sit and watch football on the TV until all hours
Lampyridae, Donna Emerson
Lampyridae, Donna Emerson
Westview
As I walk down the June steps of the farmhouse, fireflies flash close to my face.
Commemorate, Nan Byrne
Commemorate, Nan Byrne
Westview
We learn by losing The dead—first one becomes many The truth we knew becomes the truth we suffered
Doughboy And Jenny, Donna L. Emerson
Doughboy And Jenny, Donna L. Emerson
Westview
Our summer horses, five-gaited warm-bloods. Alert, easy to ride.
Green, Richard Dinges Jr.
Green, Richard Dinges Jr.
Westview
Green is cool to gaze into, woods strangled in undergrowth
Part One, Diane Glancy
Rains, James B. Nicola
Rains, James B. Nicola
Westview
One kind of rain wears moccasins and comes in quiet as a ghost then leaves your cheeks-nose-forehead moist with an unremarked kiss.
Summer Thunderstorm, Richard Dinges Jr.
Summer Thunderstorm, Richard Dinges Jr.
Westview
A cold pierce, bolts crack sky’s lids, a brief glimpse at eternity
Contributors, Westview Staff
Birds Of Light, Jack Cooper
Birds Of Light, Jack Cooper
Westview
Autumn streams of rain hit the maple tree and red and yellow leaves wing off in all directions
Drifting, Nan Byrne
Festina Lente, Jack Cooper
Festina Lente, Jack Cooper
Westview
I once laid a stone path in the yard and unearthed a spadefoot toad in hibernation
Here And Now, Dennis Ross
Here And Now, Dennis Ross
Westview
Driving along an Iowa gravel road I am sometimes jolted wide awake as from a forever sleep, struck by the immediacy of the world,
Hometown, Kenneth Beck
Hometown, Kenneth Beck
Westview
My hometown is a monochrome. Pack rats on every block with vintage Whatever-you-have from whatever-year.
Human Rib Bone, $10, Shiann Dawson
Human Rib Bone, $10, Shiann Dawson
Westview
A little gift shop, nestled into a house of death Filled with…well, Trinkets, mostly.
Imperfect English Composition, Anne Babson
Imperfect English Composition, Anne Babson
Westview
Thesis: While in love, no matter what my mother says about the milk for free, I have discovered that he is prose, not sonnet. While having sterling qualities, he is not perfect. Remind the reader that no one is. Remind self.
Interactive Sonnet, James B. Nicola
Interactive Sonnet, James B. Nicola
Westview
This is the place where I’m supposed to say a thing I have to say, and soundly, then expound upon it like a pregnant hen with fourteen eggs she cannot help but lay.
Ire Man, James B. Nicola