Windward Review Vol 21 (2023): Myths and Hauntings

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Thomas Piekarski Birth of Mars I yet a zygote when old Betelgeuse shone brilliantly through thin magnetic blinds and swallowed me into its mammoth gut that chained assembled bugs on frozen walls. I writhed in pain not wishing to expire and prayed for coming of a sacred beast. What will compelled my shadow I can’t say for in a verdant field outside it grew. Now clear the mind of past felicity I mumbled to myself and furthermore those angels I expected didn’t come. Thick air within the room most stifling that pressured me so hard I nearly broke. As seasons do engulfing many years my brain shrunk to a little ball of steel. Then buoyed by loud cheers from up above a mating call as big as dawn emerged and sanctified I swam free of the womb. 40
Elijah X.A. Esquivel The Curse of Echo — alive, in her. Her voice still refrains, but, they say that her bones received the form of stones. Since then, she lies concealed in the woods, never revealed nor seen on the mountains: but is heard in all of them: a phantom.” ‘Staring, intranced, incanted within his own sighting, reciting. Insighted, he palms a white egg, born-beloved—eyes receiving eyes—hard death. A stone seed, spurned. On either side: an orchid breached; I hold myself kneeling, wilting, turning-handed flower. My hour of bountiful youth, an eternity begotten, bemoan, solitary piece I stoop atop fawning a falling fantasy, I kiss and I kissed, cold, wet, with a hungry mouth, wanting, endeavoring to drink my own shadow-self, starved. “But—, A tantalizing thirst grows in me…,” unfills my whole. Eye me, an entire entity, reflection encasted-form. Those heavenly orbs of mine, imagistic firmaments, retaining multitudes of hues, 41
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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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Lorraine Caputo Tropical Storms Whe
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Liesel Hamilton Dementia Zoom Call
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Brianna Sandoval The Tree’s Shado
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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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