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Folded Word is an all-volunteer press dedicated to exploring the world, one voice at a time. We publish chapbook-length manuscripts of poetry, fiction, and literary essay. We also publish single poems, short stories, and essays on this blog. Staff: JS Graustein is Editor in…

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To view our recently-released titles, select “catalogue” in the category drop-down box below or click on this link: https://folded.wordpress.com/category/catalogue/ Our book archive of pre-2017 titles (including our titles no longer in print) is available at: FoldedBooks.wordpress.com. Our chapbook archive of pre-2017 titles (including our…

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updated 5 April 2019 short-form ecoliterature : fiction, poetry, essay, and travel narrative As we reached our 10th anniversary (October 2018), our editorial focus honed in on one particular aspect of our mission to explore the world one voice at a time. This shift…

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The West Port Garden

Patrick Geddes was a man with a vision. Born in 1854 in Scotland he was interested in biology, geography, architecture, sociology and much more, and he worked in many of these areas successfully. Patrick Geddes was a pioneer of many things, but he’s best remembered as a town planner.

Posted on 16 July 2019 by sampriestley

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A Summer Snowfall

There once was a young woman named Bega. She lived in England in a time before us, when the land stretched onwards for miles like a slow breath and the hills rolled quietly and the sea whispered its lullabies. She lived with her father amid tumbling hills and rumbling streams, where mountains touched the sky and valleys sank low.

Posted on 17 June 2019 by sampriestley

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shells washed by wave bubbles

When the Water and Sand Dance

When the water and sand dance, whence (whence?) their music? What is that music? What sense, what composition surfs itself in? Yes, the water — its bazillion droplets, the mini-jetsam line it etches. Yes, the sand — its gazillion granules, the sponging gauze-and-muslin of…

Posted on 12 June 2019 by J.S. Graustein

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