These micro-chapbooks are issued for special events, themes, and contests. Or, for no good reason at all! We created this page to corral the micro-chapbooks, their poets, and poems for easy finding and folding.
And to thank everyone who contributed to these Origami adventures.
► The origami micro-chapbooks below are ready to print by clicking on the titles.
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On April 21, 2013 The Origami Poems Project
held a poetry reading at the Narragansett Towers at the invitation of Kate Vivian, Events Manager. This collection reflects the meaning of the event to our guests.
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{mooblock=Haiku}
poets fill the room
their poems like prayer flags encircle us all • Pat LaRose © 2013 {/mooblock} |
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Winter-themed poems,
requested by South County Independent editor, Doug Norris.
Two poems were selected for the special edition:
Snow by Bill Sullivan
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The Roofs are Alive and Reassuring by Mary Ann Mayer
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{mooblock=Snow by Bill Sullivan © 2011}
...snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on
every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless
hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen, and further
westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannonwaves...upon all the living and dead.
James Joyce, "The Dead" Yes, there is the sense that the end of something is here when the wind is not whistling and the snow flake's fall is as silent as a monk meditating on a moonless night. Perhaps it's the death of daring, courage and ceaseless caring, as Joyce intimates-a time when the snow's descent numbs our memories, buries our tales of heroic deeds- when caution and comfort prescribe boots and slickers- when no lover stands in the rain beneath a window, dying. But as the quietude of falling snow mutes, flake by flake, the harsh clamor of years and yesterdays, we hear the wheel groan then move- sense a beginning as well as an end-even imagine that before the snow ceased and the sky turned turquoise blue and the world's whiteness glistened in the morning sun, a hatless man stood knee deep in snow beneath his lover's window, calling, in the darkness of night, "Come with me, come with me." {/mooblock} |
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{mooblock=The Roofs are Alive and Reassuring by Mary Ann Mayer © 2011}
For Pete
You say,
The snow on the roof Looks like a swan sleeping in its wing. I say, The avalanche is coming, can’t you see That iron rooster poke its head out of its clutch of white? You say, don’t worry, The rooster is just a chimney cap Can we play the snowdrift game some more? But the avalanche, I say, Makes puckering sounds In the night and I’m afraid. You say, I see a whale Taking a steam bath. I say, I love you. {/mooblock} |
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To celebrate our gathering at The Towers on March 14, 2010 • |
{mooblock=Conversation Hearts}
A Dialogue
On Valentine’s Day, we exchanged gifts. She got NECCO Sweethearts;
I got Magic 8 Ball . “BE MY VALENTINE” OUTLOOK NOT SO GOOD “MELT MY HEART” ASK AGAIN LATER “EVER AFTER” MY SOURCES SAY NO “SOUL MATE” DON’T COUNT ON IT “I LOVE YOU” REPLY HAZY, TRY AGAIN
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Doug Norris © 2010 {/mooblock} |
For a pet rescue fundraiser for the Providence Animal Rescue League (PARL) This book is a tribute to all pets with the hope that they may be rescued, nurtured, and enjoy their creature comforts.
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Our first OPP Fall season together
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The Nuisance of Weather |
To celebrate first OPP Reading - held at Java Madness, Wakefield, RI
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{mooblock=Cappucino}
Steamed peaks
float like meringue in the swimming pool cup that warms my hands. Ready to dive nose first into roasted mist, I pause and sip. Alchemy of capuchin – elixir of bliss. ‘Cappuccino’ by Mary Mueller © 2009 {/mooblock} |
