Save Our Trees

My city is one of the greenest in the country, known as ‘the outdoor city’ its pockets of green spaces and its close proximity to open countryside give it its semi rural feel. Sheffield straddles post industrialism with nature easily, perhaps because it has always mixed the two. Factories back onto the river. Parks and gardens over-look the busy town centre. And suburban streets are lined with trees, providing the name ‘the leafy suburbs’. But these streets have had a fight on their hands lately. One which they seem to be losing.

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2018 Spring List

Folded Word is thrilled to announce our forthcoming titles from amazing poets this spring: WATERSHED – poems by Jean L. French, April 2018, ISBN 978-1-61019-233-0. A collection that explores the resilience of forest life through harvest, drought, and fire written by a logger’s daughter with a naturalist’s heart. YARROW AND SMOKE – poems by William…

Bird House Blind

by M.R. Baird I dwell in a house that is not mine; milk snow, lake effect, eagle overhead flies on with outstretched wings, open eyed, above the blinds, my hands grasping, the cold, trees fall, weather comes in again. This house is full of birds landing, temporary stop, then go, look over me to the…

After Rain

haiku by Gary Schroeder calligraphy by JS Graustein foreword by Joseph Hutchison ISBN 978-1-61019-240-8 Sustainable Edition: print $14 Accessible Edition ebook and Global Edition print TBA In this collection of 32 haiku presented in the Carolingian hand of JS Graustein, Gary Schroeder celebrates the intimacy of moments. In translating his observations into sensory-rich poems, Schroeder…

The Great Shearwater

by Kelly R. Samuels Great as in large, larger than the greedy sparrow, flick of seed, and the mourning dove. Larger than the chickadee, white-capped, chipper. We’re speaking of birds, you and I — a kind of communion. Something that binds. How you learned their calls, their songs, as a girl. Would stop on the…

Everglades at Dusk

poem by John Grey Heron steps nimbly across a floating mangrove island of dangling roots and minnow cloisters, more blue in its wings than in the darkening sky. Swamp smells like a deer carcass in broth, seethes with heat and insects and a fading sun tangled in thick vine. By the old moss-eaten fishing shack,…

Now Available: A YEAR UNFOLDING

A Year Unfolding is a haiku collection by Debbie Strange that celebrates the changing seasons in Canada, with each poem written in Carolingian hand by JS Graustein before digitizing.