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New Barista, Dennis Ross May 2019

New Barista, Dennis Ross

Westview

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


Doughboy And Jenny, Donna L. Emerson May 2019

Doughboy And Jenny, Donna L. Emerson

Westview

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


Human Rib Bone, $10, Shiann Dawson May 2019

Human Rib Bone, $10, Shiann Dawson

Westview

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


Contributors, Westview Staff May 2019

Contributors, Westview Staff

Westview

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A Certain Age, Anne Babson May 2019

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.


Westview: Vol. 35, Iss. 1 (Summer 2019), Westview Staff May 2019

Westview: Vol. 35, Iss. 1 (Summer 2019), Westview Staff

Westview

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Ballad Of St. Stephen's Green, James B. Nicola May 2019

Ballad Of St. Stephen's Green, James B. Nicola

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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 May 2019

Beetles In Moonlight, Gordon Grice

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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.


Birds Of Light, Jack Cooper May 2019

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


Blimps Are Cool, Molly Sizer May 2019

Blimps Are Cool, Molly Sizer

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


Carved Door, Dennis Ross May 2019

Carved Door, Dennis Ross

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I stagger with a heavy door, thick, ancient oak with six carved panels: a dove, a plow, flowers, wreathed acanthus leaves.


Clean Slate, Richard Dinges Jr. May 2019

Clean Slate, Richard Dinges Jr.

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


Commemorate, Nan Byrne May 2019

Commemorate, Nan Byrne

Westview

We learn by losing The dead—first one becomes many The truth we knew becomes the truth we suffered


Drifting, Nan Byrne May 2019

Drifting, Nan Byrne

Westview

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


Festina Lente, Jack Cooper May 2019

Festina Lente, Jack Cooper

Westview

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


Green, Richard Dinges Jr. May 2019

Green, Richard Dinges Jr.

Westview

Green is cool to gaze into, woods strangled in undergrowth


Health Care, Dick Bentley May 2019

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.


Here And Now, Dennis Ross May 2019

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 May 2019

Hometown, Kenneth Beck

Westview

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


If Ever, Dilvin Işiki May 2019

If Ever, Dilvin Işiki

Westview

If ever this sadness unbraces the ties between me and you, I’ll hang myself to your happiness;


Imperfect English Composition, Anne Babson May 2019

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 May 2019

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 May 2019

Ire Man, James B. Nicola

Westview

When the life is mostly moor, make it poetry.


Irises Planted On A Grave, Gordon Grice May 2019

Irises Planted On A Grave, Gordon Grice

Westview

The irises lick the wind with fragrant tongues…


Lampyridae, Donna Emerson May 2019

Lampyridae, Donna Emerson

Westview

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


Midnight Run To Nacogdoches, Robert L. Penick May 2019

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 May 2019

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.


On The Move, Jack Cooper May 2019

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


On Wings, Richard Dinges Jr. May 2019

On Wings, Richard Dinges Jr.

Westview

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


Part Ii, Diane Glancy May 2019

Part Ii, Diane Glancy

Westview

The Erring Need of Narrative