Five Poems by Randi Ward

Gate

Oh mer­ci­ful
gate, break
these legs
for me
so I don’t
have to
walk home.

Pro­ces­sion

Blow­ing
through red
lights on
our way
to the grave­yard—
death
stops for no one.

Daisy

Pluck a ray
from the eye
of day; each petal
is a flower—
tossed
away.

Old Timer

Whit­tling corn
flow­ers from water
maple twigs
in sama­ra rain.

Wid­ow

Wan­der­ing
fence lines
limp
as a morn­ing
glory’s spent
petals.

wardRan­di 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, Asymp­toteBeloit Poet­ry Jour­nalCimar­ron Review, The Cort­land Review, Thrush Poet­ry Jour­nal, Ven­cil: Anthol­o­gy of Con­tem­po­rary Faroese Lit­er­a­ture, World Lit­er­a­ture Today, and oth­er pub­li­ca­tions. For more infor­ma­tion, vis­it: www​.randi​ward​.com/​a​b​out

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