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Doughboy And Jenny, Donna L. Emerson

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

Green, Richard Dinges Jr.

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Green is cool to gaze into, woods strangled in undergrowth

Part One, Diane Glancy

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The Man Who Loves Dreamsicles

Rains, James B. Nicola

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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.

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

Time, Space, And Reality, Hugo Patao

Graduate School of Art Theses

I am a mixed media artist working primarily within painting. I make layered, photo-based works that come from dreams and my own photographic archives. At the moment I am making oil paintings on board. What interests me the most is the nature of reality, including perception, memory, time, and dreams. I create environments that I like to call my own mindscapes; imagined places that have the potential to become real. I am engaged in creating worlds that are “in-between” reality and the imagined, dreams and waking life, conscious and unconscious.

My work engages and expands within the tradition of Western …

The Rupture Repeats, Jennifer Everett

Graduate School of Art Theses

Rupture repeats without regard. Occurring on macro and micro scales, these historical, financial, and social upheavals continue throughout our lives, remaking our worlds and leaving us to respond as best we can. Rupture is a condition of human existence. For marginalized communities and Black Americans specifically, rupture is familiar and precarious. Historically, Black people respond to the space that rupture makes through a rigorous, interdisciplinary, creative tradition which serves as a strategy for survival and a way to produce and transmit knowledge. These methods of knowledge production exist in excess of formal training and are evident of quiet and expansive …

The Migrant Times, Jessenya Guerra

Capstone Projects and Master's Theses

This senior capstone newspaper shows how the Mexican diaspora has become integrated into American culture.

My Spring 2023 Honors Thesis, Callie Honaker

Undergraduate Honors Theses

For my thesis project, I displayed fifteen printed photographs of self-portraits that I have made outside of class. In these self-portraits, I have applied special effects makeup to my face to create different portrayals of myself. These range from more abstracted makeup to characters. The majority of these makeups are from the chest up and created with face paint and self-made prosthetics. In this imagery, I have also chosen accessories and the background to coincide with the makeup and the mood that I am conveying. Minor adjustments have been made digitally in order to enhance how the image comes across. …

Contributors, Westview Staff

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Birds Of Light, Jack Cooper

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Autumn streams of rain hit the maple tree and red and yellow leaves wing off in all directions

Drifting, Nan Byrne

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On the bed my eyes closed I am letting drift take me

Festina Lente, Jack Cooper

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I once laid a stone path in the yard and unearthed a spadefoot toad in hibernation

Here And Now, Dennis Ross

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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

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My hometown is a monochrome. Pack rats on every block with vintage Whatever-you-have from whatever-year.

Human Rib Bone, $10, Shiann Dawson

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A little gift shop, nestled into a house of death Filled with…well, Trinkets, mostly.

Imperfect English Composition, Anne Babson

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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

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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

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When the life is mostly moor, make it poetry.

Irises Planted On A Grave, Gordon Grice

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The irises lick the wind with fragrant tongues…

New Barista, Dennis Ross

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She moves like a half-grown colt, all legs and skinny arms…

On Wings, Richard Dinges Jr.

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Each day, more flies descend and buzz my porch. I bathe.

Part Ii, Diane Glancy

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The Erring Need of Narrative

Prayers Coagulate Around A Woman On Her Porch, Henry D. Goldkamp

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Southern static : pink tongue : dewy ears : seagulls yelling Wal-Mart

Princesses, Donna L. Emerson

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First grade girls are deciding who’s a princess. They say I’m not one.

Promise, Jack Cooper

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Her hands looked old boney and bruised but her face young her cheeks blushed her eyes wandering

Skippings Rocks, Chad W. Lutz

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There’s a place in town where the only two roads meet, marked by an old sycamore. Its bark is blotchy, and the few limbs it has left reach for the sky like the pleading arms of a dying man.

Sunday Morning, Matthew C. Brennan

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Back home from Kroger, I sense that something’s terribly wrong: five squad cars flashing red cordon the street, and yellow tape extends from a fencepost to a worksite shed across from us.

The Pie Lady, Shiann Dawson

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You again. You don’t even remember me.

The Yellow Porch Swing, Aimee Klein

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The smell of honeysuckle carried on a breeze the soft squeak