Folded Word
Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
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Still Life with Motion
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
Folded Field Notes : Join our community writing project exploring the ecological theme of “silence.”
To Be Tacked On Corporate Doors
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
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
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…
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.”
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…
