If they stopped and stood perfectly still out on the moor, the quiet was everything. Maybe it was the rise of the hills around them, she thought at first, that meant all sounds from modern life were absent, but even when they walked up atop the hills the quiet was as deep as the ocean. Only the sound of one or two birds broke the silence.
Last Friday, during the PEN World Voices Festival, our Assistant Editor Kristine Slentz showcased our international books via Folded Word’s table at PressFest! — a side event organized by CLMP at the Washington Mews in NYC. Lee Slonimsky and Elizabeth J. Coleman were there… Continue Reading “FoldedConnection: PressFest!”
We pull up outside the house and look over at this pale sandstone building in the corner. A For Sale sign leans to the right and trees bend in from the left. It’s an odd looking house. Small church-like windows dot the stone as… Continue Reading “Resistance is Futile”
a column exploring the intersection of literature and ecology by Maryka Gillis A few weeks ago, I found myself directed up the last hill leading to a primitive campsite overlooking a canyon. Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park is small at just under… Continue Reading “Eco-Lit: Sense of Place”
a new column exploring the intersection of literature and ecology by Maryka Gillis Like many Millenials, I have anxiety and foreboding concerning the changes across Earth’s climate and ecosystems. Call it what you will – climate change, global warming, global weirding, an unfortunate coincidence… Continue Reading “Eco-Lit: Reclaiming Hope”
November of this year marked our 2nd anniversary of producing chapbooks. We couldn’t be more proud of the titles we’ve published—titles written by authors passionate about keeping the craft of writing alive. Each one is a testament to the fact that literature is not, and will never be, dead.