Windward Review Vol 21 (2023): Myths and Hauntings

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Eylie Sasajima the wych elm’s lullaby when the boys find your skull in the tangle of a tree trunk, they will not know that you were a woman. they see clumps of dried skin and hair clinging to weathered bone. that alone terrifies them. that alone makes them run. i will have drunk your rotten flesh by then, and i will tell you that it was divine and not sweet at all. i would have eaten your skeleton too, if i had the time. it will take men to pry what is left of you out of my arms, and i will weep chlorophyll to see you go. the secrets of your face are mine. i will remember you, mangled and dead, like fallen leaves remember the earth. how lucky i was to be your first grave. how gentle it must have been to be held instead of buried. dying may be quick and horrible, but death is forever and soft. when the detectives piece together your tattered parts and your peculiar teeth, they will only have enough for people to wonder whether you were a whore, a witch, or a spy. what a tragedy that you did not have enough lives to be all three. 20
Julieta Corpus The Tradition of Silence The tradition of silence is a Mexican woman living En la frontera, slowly suffocating. She sits before a Blank paper with crippled fingers, unable to type her truth. Silence gouges out her eyes— windows that witness Injustices, inequalities, and fear. The tradition of silence is a Mexican woman living En la frontera with a knife piercing her tongue. A Sharp reminder to refrain from protesting: Know your place and stay there or we’ll cut it off. Pero tanto va el cántaro al río hasta que se rompe. Something within her begins to galvanize a rebellion; An agitation just below the painlayers urges her to vent. The woman hears the faint echoes of her mother’s songs Y cuentos, sus dichos — her words of wisdom, saying: Mija, it is time to start screaming, howling, roaring. At last, unfurling fiery wings and uncoiling her serpent’s tongue, The Mexican woman / mujer-frontera begins to write: The tradition of silence is a Mexican woman living En la frontera, slowly suffocating. 21
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Page 6 and 7: Roy Gomez A Wooden Castle .........
Page 8 and 9: Letter of Gratitude from the Managi
Page 10 and 11: Chloe Rodriguez My Mother Teaches M
Page 12 and 13: Chloe Rodriguez Elegy as a Caja Chi
Page 14 and 15: Chloe Rodriguez Please, Don’t Rem
Page 16 and 17: Samantha Caudillo Mariela A car dro
Page 18 and 19: “Luis told me he saw you with the
Page 20 and 21: Elijah X.A. Esquivel The Spines of
Page 24 and 25: Julieta Corpus Prescience There is
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Page 30 and 31: “Maybe,” I said. “Her clothes
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Page 36 and 37: Amanda King Roommates Alone I am ev
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Emily Clemente Those Birds In those
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Sandy Allison’s mother picked out
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it was starting to get dark outside
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Natasha Santana Loving He Walked Al
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Lighting lotus boats on the night o
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Bonnie Stump an open grave i. dimly
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I am always looking at light and th
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Laurence Musgrove It’s Nothing To
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Tina Lentz-McMillan By Its Name, a
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Tina Lentz-McMillan Deal With God Y
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the sacred comes in the breath of y
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So Marshal Purcell of Texline and C
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Willie waited and waited. The séan
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Lorraine Caputo Pa’ Barquisimeto
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Lorraine Caputo Tropical Storms Whe
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Who the fuck are you? November 26th
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Alexandra Shimalla It’s the Littl
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Alyssa Liney Pruitt Disorders Depre
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Delaney McLemore Two Grams In my fa
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was no earth heavy enough to hold h
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Liesel Hamilton Dementia Zoom Call
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Brianna Sandoval The Tree’s Shado
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Janet: It was our sixth date, and w
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Did you mean it? (Carrie looks at J
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Elizabeth N. Flores Mama and the Do
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Daunte Gaiter In Loving Memory You
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KeYanla Cleckley Stuck A few years
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The lights flickered with every sec
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Alena Sandoval A Mother’s Love of
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Nikiphoros Vlastos American Sonnet
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Liam Leslie: “Great acres of vast
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