Tag: folded word

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

2018 Firecracker Award Nominees

cover of Radial Bloom and Yarrow and Smoke

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…

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…

Folded Field Notes: TRANSITION

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

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…

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…

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,…

Wishbones

close up of dew on milkweed fluff

haiku and senryu by Ben Moeller-Gaa calligraphy by JS Graustein 142 pages, 5×7 paperback ISBN 978-1-61019-243-9 Sustainable Edition: print $16 limited to 100 copies, numbered silver-white endsheets available to pre-order at the bottom of this page launches 15 November 2018 ISBN 978-1-61019-116-6 Global Edition:…