Reading from The Weirding Storm

Thomas Davis will be reading from The Weirding Storm at the Aardvark Wine Lounge at 304 S. Pine St. in Green Bay for the Untitled Town Book and Author Festival ( this Saturday at 5:00 p.m. I am hoping, hoping some of my regional friends will be there!


On Sunday at 2:00 p.m. I’ll be doing a workshop on Beyond the Game of Thrones Worldbuilding in SF and Fantasy with Kat Abbott at the
Green Bay Community Theatre 122 N Chestnut Ave, Green Bay, WI 54303. Do you want to become a master of SF and fantasy writing?

On Saturday I’ll be selling books at the Book Fair: The 2018 UntitledTown Book Fair will take place from 11 am- 5 pm on Saturday, April 21 and Sunday, April 22, at the Broadway Center (Old Fort Square).


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A Wizard’s Spell

by Thomas Davis

from a new play that I am writing:

Reality dips, swirls, a dance,
a pirouette, a song, a trance,
and as the mist of being drifts
a chord is struck, and what is shifts,
and fate becomes a puzzle box
secured by puzzles that are locks—

And so reality becomes
a whisper, shadow that benumbs
the heart and changes what will be
into a storm-tossed, dicey sea.


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Flowering Magnolia

We woke up to 20 inches of snow this morning, April 14, and it’s still snowing. We’re supposed to get snow the rest of the day into tomorrow.

Photo by Ethel Mortenson Davis



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Conversations with Gadot

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

“Why did you pick those two?
People who didn’t like girls,
didn’t want any nohow.

“But, you know, when I have girls
I’m going to love them and hold them
and tell them they are something.

“Speak with them on a summer night
when the sweet perfume
from wild honeysuckle fills the air.

“Talk to them about the wild things—
things that are important, you know, God’s things.

“Cause when I was born and grew up,
all the love I had came from the wild things—
the wind, the sky, the earth,
and the animals—not from people.
People just spoiled everything.
You know, they killed things.

“But, you know, had they been more right people,
it could have been paradise.”

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Western Colorado Photos II

photographs by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Blue Mesa Reflection
blue mesa reflection

Cliff Near Ouray
cliff in ouray

Outside the Cabin Where We Stayed
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Anne Brontë: A Fine and Subtle Spirit

P.K. Adams

Guest blog by DM Denton

Without the Veil BetweenIn the mid-1990s, while organizing bookshelves, I happened upon my miniature copy of Agnes Grey, Anne Brontë’s debut novel. Flipping through it I stopped at Chapter 24, The Sands, set in Scarborough on the north-east Yorkshire coast. I was reminded of my visit there in March 1974, which took me up to the town’s medieval castle and into the yard of St. Mary’s church where Anne was buried. I was intrigued to find her interred apart from her family, away from Haworth village and the beautifully brutish moors of West Yorkshire that she and her sisters were associated with.

Even when all I had to go on was a hunch, I recognized Anne as something of a rebel—not in defiance but for discovery. My curiosity is always piqued more by the neglected than the celebrated, so I wanted to explore the connection I felt with…

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In praise of independent publishing

This is a small essay by Deborah Bennison, who is the proprietor of Bennison Books that published my epic poem, The Weirding Storm. I am deeply grateful to Deborah who is an absolutely outstanding editor. The Weirding Storm would not be as good as it is without her superior skills. I really value this essay, which originally appeared in The Wagon Magazine.

Bennison Books

This article by Deborah Bennison, the founder of Bennison Books, first appeared in The Wagon Magazine.

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