August 24-30, 2015: Randi Ward and Russ Kazmierczak, Jr.

Randi Ward and Russ Kazmierczak, Jr.

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Randi Ward
randi@randiward.com

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Randi Ward is a writer, translator, lyricist, and photographer from Belleville, 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, The Cortland Review, Thrush Poetry Journal, Vencil: Anthology of Contemporary Faroese Literature, World Literature Today, and other publications. For more information, please visit: www.randiward.com/about

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Randi Ward and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Galaxy

Constellations
of sawdust
matted in her
vast black
curls.


Cowshed

On moonless nights,
salt blocks are grinning
skulls in the abandoned
cowshed.

 



Russ Kazmierczak, Jr.
karaokefanboypress@gmail.com

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Russ Kazmierczak, Jr. is self-publishing comic book artist and poet based in Phoenix, Arizona. His monthly mini-comic, Amazing Arizona Comics, has achieved local acclaim for satirizing current events with superhero adventure and can be followed at @amazingazcomics on Instagram. His latest poetry chapbook, This Is What You Need To Live: Poems On Love & Sex, is now available through his website, KaraokeFanboyPress.com.

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Russ Kazmierczak, Jr. and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

The Origin of Fountains

When we stroll past the fountain,
I wonder who first thought
to harness those wild waves
and fire them into the sky,
only to let them fall into basins
so the cycle continues,
this brazen example of our unbridled desire
to capture the forces of nature
we struggle to understand,
to bottle the ocean
so it makes sense in the world
we’ve so carefully built around it,
this perpetual reminder
of our untamed past —
our far-flung future —

then, you kiss me,
and I completely understand.


Crisis On Infinite Sexts

The Multiverse Theory proposes
that our most enduring myths
are realities on other worlds,
so iconic and insistent
that they bleed through dimensions
to reach us as story,

so I assume on an earth
remarkably similar to this one
our love-making shatters
the space-time continuum,
tumbling into our reality
as this perpetually texted tall tale,

something the children
we’ll never have
can tell the children
they’ll never have
on a parallel world
that will never exist.


Time Will Tell

The old tree stands like
nature’s divorce attorney,
all crusty exterior,
and suppressed sap,
its credibility measured
in ancient rings.

 


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