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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Charity McCoy<br />
Denial: Blurry<br />
Blurry mornings<br />
Are one of those days<br />
That you wake up<br />
And remember,<br />
All over again,<br />
That something in your world<br />
Has collapsed - crashed -<br />
And all is not good <strong>and</strong> well.<br />
Blurry mornings, for me,<br />
Begin in tranquility;<br />
Nothing on my mind <strong>and</strong><br />
No underst<strong>and</strong>ing of where I am or what context I exist in.<br />
Just peaceful bliss <strong>and</strong> total ignorance.<br />
Bliss which, usually, is short-lived.<br />
…<br />
A sinking of the heart<br />
Or dropping of the stomach<br />
Soon follow,<br />
As either what I have done<br />
Or what has happened to me<br />
Resurface back from the oblivion<br />
And into my conscious thought.<br />
Leaving me with remnants of regret<br />
Or pieces of pain<br />
From what has happened in prior days.<br />
…<br />
This is why<br />
The blurry mornings kill,<br />
Especially today<br />
When the absence of you<br />
Is my new reality.<br />
And because of that, I’d rather be asleep<br />
So that dreams of you could comfort me<br />
While I rest in the bed of my ignorance -<br />
Tucked into my subconscious world where emotional cohesion is all that I know.<br />
Where everything is still beautiful <strong>and</strong> whole,<br />
And you are here.<br />
Because you were never gone<br />
And you never had to leave<br />
To begin.<br />
<strong>Beginnings</strong> X <strong>Endings</strong><br />
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