Category: poem

The Road to Big Bend

leafless winter tree silhouettes against a cloudy sky

Under an interrupt-this-broadcast gray sky. Headed west toward the quiet edge of Fort Worth the sky gets bigger. Deep in January the land is naked, exposing the razor burn hidden by the green in spring in summer. But winter is honest. And beneath the…

Wonderfold Winner

Our winner this month is the haibun “For Lack of Light” written by Kathleen Cain. We received many wonderful submissions and would love to remind you that if you weren’t picked this time, to be on the lookout for the next #Wonderfold! You never know who will be our next winner!

Folded Field Notes: SILENCE

frothy water seeped around rocks on Odiorne Point

Folded Field Notes : Join our community writing project exploring the ecological theme of “silence.”

To Be Tacked On Corporate Doors

pelican flying in blue sky

A bird stands in heaven. Spring. Cold, still. Taking the day one sky at a time. How deep the beats of wings, how smooth the gusts that raise them. Beauty. Spring cold. The sky one day at a time. Beauty still. We humans belong…

Cape Cod

reflection of pier and trees in water

Life can be lonely, winters are harsh red-winged blackbirds sing in the marsh spreading the word all throughout May and on cranberry bogs, “It’s opening day” families bond in sandals and sunhats at kettle ponds, on trails and beach flats pairs of lovers, delicate…

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

oak leaves swirling in black water beneath a dam

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…

Prayers for Maa Ganga

flower offering placed in the River Ganges

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…

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…

backlit red maple leaves glowing against shadowed bark

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 barn where forest shows through gaps in the boards

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…