Windward Review Vol. 20 (2022): Beginnings and Endings
"Beginnings and Endings" (2022) challenged South Texas writers and beyond to narrate structures of beginnings and ends. What results is a collection of poetry, prose, hybrid writing, and photography that haunts, embraces, and consoles all the same. Similar to past WR volumes, this collection defies easy elaboration - it contains diverse tones, languages, colors, and creative spaces. Creative pieces within the text builds upon others, allowing polyvocal narratives to interlock and defy the logic of 'beginning-middle-end'. By the end of this collection, you will neither sense nor crave the finality that a typical text brings. Instead, you will be inspired to learn and create beyond a narrative linear structure. Your reading and support is sincerely appreciated.
"Beginnings and Endings" (2022) challenged South Texas writers and beyond to narrate structures of beginnings and ends. What results is a collection of poetry, prose, hybrid writing, and photography that haunts, embraces, and consoles all the same. Similar to past WR volumes, this collection defies easy elaboration - it contains diverse tones, languages, colors, and creative spaces. Creative pieces within the text builds upon others, allowing polyvocal narratives to interlock and defy the logic of 'beginning-middle-end'. By the end of this collection, you will neither sense nor crave the finality that a typical text brings. Instead, you will be inspired to learn and create beyond a narrative linear structure. Your reading and support is sincerely appreciated.
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Joseph Tyler Wilson<br />
The Craziness of Love<br />
My love is like a campfire burning too high on a cold dry night<br />
My love is a footpath lined with river rocks from the hill country<br />
My love is a chair with one broken leg that with weight collapses<br />
Because wood screws have worked their way out<br />
But the distance between me <strong>and</strong> my love’s lips<br />
Is easier to erase than the emptiness I feel when we separate<br />
Sometimes I shut my eyes to touch her<br />
Not just to touch skin<br />
But to simply touch her to feel her within me<br />
The not so static electricity that is like the perfect jolt<br />
I shove my favorite books off my desk<br />
To make space for my love’s framed picture<br />
Much like the afternoons I freely give up tennis<br />
So that I can meet her after class for green tea<br />
Her oldest friends may disapprove although from the rooftop<br />
Of the Omni I can see beyond the Captain Crunch bridge<br />
And beyond the shimmering green bay<br />
To the far-off isl<strong>and</strong> that holds my heart<br />
<strong>Beginnings</strong> X <strong>Endings</strong><br />
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<strong>Windward</strong> <strong>Review</strong> <strong>Vol</strong>ume X<br />
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