Tag: ecolinguistics

Doddington Hall

Doddington Hall in Lincolnshire is a mansion house set amongst intimate gardens and sweeping open land. From the outside the house is Elizabethan, but on the inside it has the interior of the 1760s. It is two things at once, it is a move through time. The house, though obviously large by most of our standards, doesn’t feel overwhelmingly big inside. The first room we walk into is the dining room.

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…

Still Life with Motion

abstract of fire colors layered on ink blots

In photographs, the Earth is still a circle. It’s a geometry we keep relearning, just at new velocities. We’re always at the open end of the radius. Asymptotes. The way any two numbers have infinite numbers between them, two numbers even further apart have…

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…

Insect

I am an insect, carapaced, visor-faced and joyful. Smaller than other travellers, I fight the air’s viscosity and feel its every rip and eddy, its waves of coolness under trees and its warmth over sunlit fields and tarmac. You hear me before you see…

I wonder what you see…

WonderFold: Inspiration for your next Japanese-form poem & invitation to share

Solstice Series: Winter Submissions Open

Solstice Series: Submit your winter entries of poetry, flash fiction, and mini essay for free.

If You Had Eyes

the bumpy texture of old stump pith

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.”

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…