Folded Word
Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
Tag: poem
WHALESONG
whalesong’s bow displacement weight longing Ron Scully is a professionally retired bookseller.His first two chapbooks,Listening for 13 Blackbirds, and Darlington Braves will be published in the spring 2019. He has given up on being the Yale Younger Poet and Wimbledon, in exchange…
Wonderfold Winner
Wow! I can’t even express how excited I was to see the many wonderful submissions we received this month. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted! Our winner this month through much thought and consideration is Elizabeth Spencer Spragins’ Tanka. Take a look below and remember to check back in for our next edition of #Wonderfold!
The Woman Downstairs
The Woman Downstairs has a calendar tacked to her kitchen wall
Next to the table for one, where she sits by the window
Looks out at the sliver of garden she keeps and
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…
Footfall
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…
The Road to Big Bend
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…
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…
I wonder what you see…
WonderFold: Inspiration for your next Japanese-form poem & invitation to share
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…
