Welcome to the Origami Poems Project™
A palm-sized booklet with rooom for 6 (line-restricted) poems on a single sheet of paper.
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Welcome to the Origami Poems Project™
A palm-sized booklet with rooom for 6 (line-restricted) poems on a single sheet of paper.
Our 15th Year Sharing Free Poetry (2009-2024)
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Poets include:
Margaret Marcum, Anne Graue, Miriam Sagan, Duane L. Herrmann, Fay L. Loomis, Karen O'Leary, Ed Ahern, John Grey, Diane DeSloover, Sam Calhoun, Mary Capobianco & others
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Recent Origami Microchaps Published
Diana Tokaji - The Way of Fruit and Snow
Mark Schardine - Offered and Taken
Preeth Ganapathy - Birds of the Sky
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Ripe Today I want the softness to prevail, • Diana Tokaji © 2024 |
Wait
All that breathes
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Preeth Ganapathy © 2024 |
At an Exclusive Restaurant
The waiters arrive
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Mark Schardine © 2024 |
If I were life I
f I were life, I, too, would prefer There would be palm trees Birds nesting on the ground. They would be me, I would be them, Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.
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Alexey Deyneko © 2024 |
Kindred
Would I know you as kindred Susan Moorhead © 2024 |
Year after Year
we choose
Melissa Joplin Higley is the author of First Father (Bottlecap Press). Her poems appear in B_O_D_Y, Feral, Rogue Agent, Sleet Magazine, Whale Road Review, Writer’s Digest, and elsewhere. Melissa holds an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College, co-facilitates the Poetry Craft Collective, co-edits Book Reviews for MER, and serves as the 2024-2026 Town of Mamaroneck Author Laureate. melissajoplinhigley.com - Facebook: Melissa Joplin Higley - Instagram: @mjhigleypoet - Twitter/X: @melissajhigley
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Welcome to the Origami Poems Project™
What is an Origami Poems microchap?
Read this Newsletter - Microchaps by: Austin Davis, Dmitry Blizniuk, Glenn Ingersoll, Jane Beal, Lauri Burke, Lynne S. Viti, Mary C. Rowin, Matthew James Friday, Nikhil Parehk and Tom Pescartore |
♦ Recent Origami Microchaps Published ♦
A Woman of Letters • K. Srilata © 2019 Poems in this microchap are part of a larger collection,
"The Unmistakable Presence of Absent Humans" published by Poetrywala, Mumbai
Cover art by Roshni Vyam, is by her kind permission.
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A Poem in My Mother Tongue When I moved out, I left behind an aquarium, in it a fish, mad and solitary, swimming, the entire line of a poem in my mother tongue, a poem I am still fishing for, miles away and out in the stinging rain. |
Dust
If we are just dust · Together Elderly couple waddling
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DNA Destiny I reach out in bed, press · Trickster Time We are a few moments of time
An almost invisible thread
Delay just an illusion, a gift. · Matthew James Friday © 2019 |
entering the garden water trickles down
a turtle hatchling
the hen is asleep |
origami in the garden white origami a paper airplane! shining buffalo · leaving the garden the old mother-tree · Jane Beal © 2019 |
(inspired by Robert Lang & Kevin Box artwork - Rancho Santa Ana Botanical Gardens exhibit, Claremont, CA * April 2019)
From Good Morning Sunshine Good Morning Sunshine; thank you for filtering stringently through my dingily dilapidate window; embedding optimistic rays of hope in my life, Good Morning Cuckoo; thank you for waking up my gloomy sleep with your poignantly austere sounds, Good Morning Grass; thank you for rejuvenating my dreary soles; as I trespassed on your voluptuous carpet; with your magnificent sheath of dew drops tickling my skin to unprecedented limits, Good Morning delectable pet; thank you for clambering up my bed; awakening me with a pleasant jolt; as you flapped your slippery tongue over my rubicund cheeks, Good Morning Shirt; thank you for imparting me with compassionate warmth; as I swung you over my naked chest the instant I broke my reverie, Good Morning Wife; thank you for providing me your mesmerizing shoulders to rest upon in times of the treacherous night, Good Morning Ducks; thank you for quacking so boisterously; that I became oblivious to all the loneliness and wretched depression that heavily circumvented my life, Good Morning Air; thank you for so celestially wafting into my nostrils; seductively caressing my mass of unruly hair; to transit me higher than the heavens, Good Morning Lotus; thank you for spreading your ingratiatingly pink petals into full bloom; inundating my solitary life with astronomical happiness, Good Morning Tea; thank you for profoundly reinvigorating my diminishing breath; fomenting me to walk briskly forward with untamed exhilaration, • Nikhil Parekh © 2019 |
Cover collage: Loaf of Bread, Lilacs & Thee by JanKeough
There’s Nothing Black You and I are out in the sunny, snow-covered park. · Dmitry Blizniuk © 2019 |
You are a cat, and all your nine lives are wasted on trifles, · Dmitry Blizniuk © 2019 Previously Published: Sheila-Na-Gig Online, |
Dmitry Blizniuk is an author from Ukraine. His most recent poems have appeared The Pinch Journal, River Poets , Dream Catcher, Magma, Press53, Sheila Na Gig, Palm Beach Poetry Festival and many others. Dmitry Blizniuk is the author of "The Red Fоrest" (Fowlpox press, Canada 2018). He lives in Kharkov, Ukraine.
Cover art by Lauri Burke w/JKeough
Why I'm not Coyote he walk with belly face the ground I've no story of Coyote man Coyote is not Buddha |
Who Owns These Trees? I am not quite sure who owns or manages these trees. they are nice. I am not quite sure who manicures this forest it was incorporated long ago. I am not quite sure who has planted these seeds they are biologically engineered. I am not quite sure who to thank for the fences that surround them. • Tom Pescatore © 2019 |
First Star - Infinite Chi
First star am I, crying dibs upon the night, · Note: Poem written from words in a Scrabble game. How many points? |
Keeping Company with the Moon
Watercolor moon hesitates in sky, |
From Tales from the Button Drawer: Harold the Button Harold was a large ivory button, a singleton, who lived in a button drawer with his many friends. Most were small families plucked from worn out sweaters, party dresses and outgrown coats whose fabrics had gone on to make up quilts and socks stored upstairs in the tall closets and dressers of the second floor. Harold’s companions ranged in size from tiny mother of pearl creations to a set of great, curved horn buttons who once strained mightily to fasten a woolen coat of loden green. Though the horn family liked to toot of days gone by, hunting in the deep woods with Grandpa Swenson, all such adventures were long in their past. The pearl sisters, in turn, were always eager to talk about the high tea Grandma Swenson once put on for the elite of the neighborhood. They saw it all, in great detail, from their perch on her high-necked, ruffled dress. Even the shoe buttons were full of themselves, having covered a great deal of ground in their time. Harold, sad to say, came from the button shop one hole short, he had only three when he should have had four for thread to enter and secure. Yet, being made of ivory, in those frugal times, he wasn’t thrown away, simply tossed into the button drawer, there to stay, and stay... and stay. It was hard to have to listen for so many years to the adventures of others, and have none to share in return. • Lauri Burke © 2019 |
propped by the door the electric scooter he kept telling me I wanted * reading bad news cat on my shoulder fussing * lighting the incense to contemplate higher odors |
in the machine the clothes slosh labor-savingly * I have my mother’s hands my mother’s nose but bigger * she doesn’t look at me I don’t look at her bus stop bench • Glenn Ingersoll © 2019 |
What She Kept in Her Wallet It was folded in thirds, a yellowed fraying bit |
The Only Object I Pocketed Illegally I probably intended to label • Mary C. Rowin © 2019 |
A Trip Back Home We’re only 19 - you’ll look at me as if we could change |
Don’t thank me for a perfect night just yet. Hold me tighter and tighter • Austin Davis © 2019 |
In Louisburgh, County Mayo, Thinking About Dublin The smell of burning peat in this steady morning rain textbooks collected, counted, accounted for, our bosses I stayed a week in Dublin, wandering the paths Joyce describes. frequented by the Dublin theatre crowd— I could’ve sworn |
In Boyle, County Roscommon, town of my great grandmother, slowing down, stopping often for the sheep, accepting waves Brown bread and white, tomato, tea, lashings of butter— • Lynne S. Viti 2019 |
Julia Klatt Singer 2/15/2019
I’m over the moon to receive this acceptance. I oh so appreciate OPP’s mission and am honored to be included once again. ... I hope you enjoy the holidays. Thank you again for believing in my work.
Many thanks for your passion for microchaps.
"Poetry belongs not to the writer but to the reader who needs it."
Your project is excellent and I am proud to be part of it and happy to support it.
Write On,
Norma Jenckes, RI, 10/15/2018
What beautiful gifts you make for poets. So many thanks.
Peggy Turnbull, 9/25/2018
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Thanks for all your hard work! I am proud of our little creation.
Phil Huffy, 8/04/2018
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I'm so excited! Thanks so much, Jan. I can't wait for the magic.
Gail Goepfert, New England, 7/10/2018
Thank you again for your confidence and support!
Daryl Muranaka, Massachusetts, 6/30/2018
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Thank you so much Jan. I am exited to be a part of your lovely project!
Ann Christine Tabaka, Delaware
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I love your philosophy and making of tiny books. I was also tickled to see one of my painting on the bar of books when I went to your website. Thank you for considering my work. And now I'm about to walk my dog, Otis. He'll be happy about that.
Julia Klatt Singer
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Etcetera!
Helen Burke Oct 30, 1953- Apr 20, 2019
We take this moment to tell you that Helen Burke, a much-lauded UK poet & artist, and great friend of ours,
passed away Saturday, April 20th at home. We greatly mourn her loss and send our sympathy to her steadfast & loving companion, Phil Pattinson.
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• Cafe 164 at Leeds Gallery & at Cafe in York, UK | • Self-stocked libraries in RI |
♦ Due to the widening perimeter of the Origami Poems Project we are hard pressed to replenish the many locations that have previously visited the (primarily) RI locations. We are happy to send a sampling of chapbooks for a display but cannot "stock" them on an ongoing basis. We are grateful for your understanding. If you wish to volunteer to support a location, please ask... origamipoems(at)gmail(dot)com ♦ |
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