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Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
Tag: Winter
Josh
Josh who once lived in this house “Josh!” I hear Dad call even before he’s standing. “Up!” he says, though he might have called, Josh! then, Fire! meaning, tend to the coal-stove. Up means move, boy. Downstairs he’s at the cooker rattling the gate,… Continue Reading “Josh”
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… Continue Reading “I wonder what you see…”
Nautical Twilight PM Selection
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… Continue Reading “Nautical Twilight PM Selection”
Solar Noon Selection
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… Continue Reading “Solar Noon Selection”
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… Continue Reading “The Road to Big Bend”
Folded Field Notes: SILENCE
Folded Field Notes : Join our community writing project exploring the ecological theme of “silence.”
Solstice Series: Winter Submissions Open
Solstice Series: Submit your winter entries of poetry, flash fiction, and mini essay for free.
Flipper
by Austin Davis It’s almost too much— the way she holds my hand on raw December mornings even when her nails camouflage with the frost kissed grass. The sleeves slip from the dark blue sweater she wears of mine and her hands lose their… Continue Reading “Flipper”
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… Continue Reading “Bird House Blind”
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.
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