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I wonder what you see…

#WonderFold is a monthly feature that includes a prompt-based writing challenge on the first Monday of every odd month, followed by the publication of a winning response the first Monday of the next even month. INVITATION: All art grows out of paying attention: in…

Folded Field Notes: NOCTURNAL

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Folded Field Notes is an interactive column that explores a new ecological topic each fortnight — part writing challenge, part citizen science project — led by alternating guides with assistance from editor & ecologist JS Graustein. Will you join us? TODAY’S TOPIC : Nocturnal…

Nautical Twilight PM Selection

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A Dream of Dragons I see dragons in the sky while Eva sees attacking bears. Too quickly, the clouds shift and both sky creatures dissipate. The snow is on its way, Eva says. We better head home. We race each other back to the…

Sunset Selection

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The Blizzard and Syrian Wisdom On a mid-March Monday in 2003, my students were restless with rumors of storm, thrilled that school might close on days scheduled for standardized testing, events they dread more than final exams or flu shots. Robot calls came Tuesday…

Solar Noon Selection

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The Winter Whale It is winter when I find the body. Frost swirled across the thick skin like remnants of some burial rite, hard and beautiful. The very edge of the ocean partially frozen, crunchy and lace-like, a phenomenon I loved because it rarely…

Sunrise Selection

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Winter Prayer ~ for Ed After he died, I shoveled snow at night in the black bracing cold when the sky was bright with stars. My gloved hands pushed and lifted and turned the thick wooden handle as the full moon emerged slowly from…

Astronomical Twilight AM Selection

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night snow deepening the old dog’s breaths ©2018 by Jennifer Roman Jennifer Roman lives in Millstone Township, NJ with her husband, identical twin boys, and dog, Chewie. Her poetry has been published in journals including Frogpond, Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, Presence, Mothers Always…

Announcing Our 2018 Regular Contributors

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We are thrilled to announce the return of our “Regular Contributor” designation for writers who frequently publish work on our blog and actively participate in the Folded Word community as a whole. Our 2018 Regular Contributors will be given special publication and promotion opportunities…

Footfall

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I walk following shoe print and bird fork as they press along together for a stretch, as if their pressers met and shared some brief common cause— a conversation which trailed off, the human plodding above the edge of rough toss, fowl returning to…

Beached Whale

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She made a mistake, and died from it, sinking into the spongy, bubbling sand on the Atlantic shore of Colonsay. Careless, injured or impaired, old or tired, she came inshore too far and lost the tide, hemmed in between dune and sandbank and outcropping…

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

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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…