Randi Ward 

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Wheelbarrow


A black feather
sinks
into the rusting
sunset
mosquitoes breed.



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Dam


Lonesome 
lock whistles 
never know 
why 
they’re wailing
but blame the river.



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Tadpole


When you’re stuck
in a rut,
everything depends
on the weather.



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Lure


A full moon
skims midnight—
burble and splash
of the overflowing 
pond.



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Second Cutting

 

By brittle bones
we mow bright
waves of meadow
to grey moths.

 

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Randi Ward is a writer, translator, lyricist, and photographer from West Virginia. She earned her MA in Cultural Studies from the University of the Faroe Islands and is a recipient of The American-Scandinavian Foundation's Nadia Christensen Prize. Ward is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in the Anthology of Appalachian Writers, Asymptote, Beloit Poetry Journal, Cimarron Review, Thrush Poetry Journal, Vencil: Anthology of Contemporary Faroese Literature, World Literature Today, and other publications.


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