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2018 Firecracker Award Nominees
Each year the Community of Literary Magazines and Presses invites the editors of small presses and lit mags to nominate exceptional work for their Firecracker Awards. Winning publications receive promotional support from the American Bookselling Association and independent booksellers nationwide. This year we are…
Solstice Series: Winter Submissions Open
Solstice Series: Submit your winter entries of poetry, flash fiction, and mini essay for free.
If You Had Eyes
If you had eyes, you would stare slowly, very slowly, upwards at the many shades of green and the single blue. Even without eyes, you sense the blue and reach towards it. You expand in the warmth and drink in air and light. These…
Folded Field Notes: IMPRINT
Folded Field Notes : Join our community based writing project exploring the ecological theme of “imprint.”
Wonderfold Winner
Our winner this month is “Self Portrait at Dew Point” written by Joel Gabriel Kempff. As always, thank you to everyone who participated and remember to be on the lookout for the next #Wonderfold!
Two Quatrains
Galley The oak sails before the wind, going nowhere. Its first autumn leaf picks the lock on its manacles, escapes: One more illusion of freedom. Lauds (2) A penitent crow puffs up and shudders, lifts his wings as the sun rises, letting light…
Folded Field Notes: TRANSITION
Folded Field Notes : Join our community writing project exploring the ecological theme of “transition.”
Prayers for Maa Ganga
Sunset invocations for purification rise up from worshippers at the river’s edge like incense through my unbraided Western hair to the streets, where exhaust thick as dust storms fills the undulating lungs of millions. On jammed highways and byways cars and motorcycles beep warnings…
A Meeting of Minds
They sit around the table, ten women, their years stretched between fifty-five and eighty-three. They take a mug of tea and a shortbread biscuit between their stiff fingers and they wait a while.
Five-Point-Two Miles
And so, I went walking car dodging, road hopping, side walking past a greyscale alley. You went with me, held me back when foot slipped into traffic and life flashed memories. She went with me, yelling about walking exactly two-point-six miles to the sea….
autumn light flashes…
autumn light flashes my son blending sounds into words ©2018 by Jennifer Roman Jennifer Roman lives in Millstone Township, NJ with her husband, identical twin boys, and dog, Chewie. She has been published in Frogpond, Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, Presence, Mothers Always Write,…
Old Apple Tree
Old apple tree low and round, trunk so squat you guess the rest is standing underground. Sunken barn beside the road, waving boards cut short by fire, or lowered by the years. Apples tart and dry, building falling down, along the graveyard road just…
