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Writing On Basho's Pond, Clark Lunberry

English Faculty Research and Scholarship

Matsuo Bashō (1644–94) is Japan’s most well-known haiku poet; and Bashō’s poem about the old pond, the jumping frog, and the sound of water is Bashō’s best-known haiku. Indeed, this haiku, like Bashō himself, is known well beyond Japan, long ago attaining through its many translations a degree of international recognition. However, in Japan, awareness of Bashō, and of his frog haiku, goes well beyond simple recognition, having long ago absorbed itself into a broader and more complex form of remembrance and, with that absorption, a nearly reflexive response by many of those hearing it. Often, the mere mention of …

Poem Begun On The Day Of My Father's Funeral And Completed On The First Day Of The New Year, Dean Rader

English

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Du Fu And Chinese Poetic Expression: How Politics, Nature, And Self Become One, Binhnam Nguyen

Young Historians Conference

The Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu introduced a new style of writing to Chinese poetry with his new interpretation of how to write poetry and for what purpose it can serve. Living in the midst of political turmoil, Du drew inspiration from the instability and used poetry as a means of expressing his anguish, but nationalist sentiments that wished for the prosperity of China. His different stylistic approach to poetry personalized the art of poetic writing and changed its language to express something more lyrical and with feeling. Du’s role in changing the course of Chinese poetic expression can be …

Letras 11

Letras

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Clean Slate, Richard Dinges Jr.

Westview

No one wonders why we return each morning, eyes half-shuddered, mouths yawning

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

Westview

My shadow nearly dodges your ghost for an iced glass, again a gin to toast.

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

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

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

Westview

Today we saw the Goodyear Blimp. It flew above the roofs of town.

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

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

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

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

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

Westview

I wear mismatched clothes, fill the sink with dirty dishes, sit and watch football on the TV until all hours

The Overview Effect, Todd Osborne

Dissertations

The following poems were completed by the author between September 2015 and February 2019.

Probably Nothing To Worry About, Jennifer Bravo

Dissertations

These are (allegedly) poems.

Lampyridae, Donna Emerson

Westview

As I walk down the June steps of the farmhouse, fireflies flash close to my face.

Amjambo Africa! (May 2019), Kathreen Harrison

Amjambo Africa!

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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

Westview

Our summer horses, five-gaited warm-bloods. Alert, easy to ride.

Green, Richard Dinges Jr.

Westview

Green is cool to gaze into, woods strangled in undergrowth

Part One, Diane Glancy

Westview

The Man Who Loves Dreamsicles

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.

Westview

A cold pierce, bolts crack sky’s lids, a brief glimpse at eternity

Betrayals In Academia And A Black Demon From Ephesus, Suleman Lazarus

Journal of Critical Issues in Educational Practice

The poem is about my PhD experience. The title and parts of the themes are derived from an incident in the Bible (Acts 19:13-20). In order to provide a deeper meaning to my story, I have deployed a biblical allusion which connects with the story of the sons of Sceva, who made unsuccessful attempts to exorcise a man from Ephesus. They failed primarily because they operated not in the spirit but in the flesh.

Satori 2019, Winona State University

Satori Literary Magazine

The Satori is a student literary publication that expresses the artistic spirit of the students of Winona State University. Student poetry, prose, and graphic art are published in the Satori every spring since 1970.

The Promethean, Volume 27, Blue Apocalypse, 2019, English Department, Concordia University-Portland

The Promethean

Like any other, this past year was full of many hard lessons that were difficult to swallow. It's easy to feel like the world is falling apart sometimes, or worse, that you're alone in the devastation. However, remember that when it feels like the end of the world, you will find sanctuary in your community, your loved ones, your passions, and in yourself.

It is my greatest hope that you also will find sanctuary throughout these pages, a collection of our voices coming together to create something beautiful.

This issue is dedicated to the College of Arts & Sciences. In …