by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Put your arms around me
to keep the desert winds
from blowing through me.
Now!
As the snow clouds have gathered
like gray-white geese
gathering on water.
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Put your arms around me
to keep the desert winds
from blowing through me.
Now!
As the snow clouds have gathered
like gray-white geese
gathering on water.
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Both Ethel and Thomas have had recent publications. Ethel’s poem, “Love Songs,” one of the best poems she has written that has not found its way to publication until now, has just been published by Bramble, the new literary magazine of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets (WFOP), at http://www.wfop.org/love-songs. Bramble (http://www.wfop.org/bramble-lit-mag) is a new effort by WFOP, and this is its first issue. The poems in the first issue are well worth reading.
Tom has just had a sonnet published in Ariel Anthology 2016, Inward and Outward, “Of Those Who Could End the World — So There Osama bin Laden, ISIS, and the Archbishop of Treves!” This is the third year his sonnets have been published in Ariel, which is arguably the best anthology published in Wisconsin. This year’s anthology also contains two black and white drawings by Ethel, “Electric Horse” and “Night Sounds.” Ariel can be ordered online at https://www.amazon.com/Ariel-Anthology-2016-Inward-Outward.
Tom also had two children’s poems published in an anthology by Brick Street Poetry, Inc., Words & Other Wild Things. The poems were “Milk Maid” and “The Fisherman.” The anthology can be ordered online at https://www.amazon.com/Words-Other-Things-Street-Poetry.
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
He has taken
his dinner with delight,
relishing each morsel,
tasting each bite
by rolling it
on his tongue.
He mouths the words,
forming them
on his lips,
smiling,
as he escapes
to his world —
the one called ecstasy.
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Four Windows Press has published a new chapbook, The Healer, by Ethel Mortenson Davis:

These are powerful poems about healing and the human spirit by an imagistic poet of the first order. The book can be purchased for $10, via check or through PayPal to paypal.me/fourwindowspress, which covers all postage and handling. The Galleria Carnaval in El Morro, New Mexico, http://www.galleriacarnaval.com, also has copies at the gallery for sale. The address for checks is: Four Windows Press, Ethel Mortenson Davis, 231 N Hudson Ave., Sturgeon Bay, WI 54235. If you use PayPal please let us know by email, sending us your address, at http://www.davisetheltom@gmail.com.
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Heaven
An astronaut that repaired
the Hubble spacecraft
said recently
that when he stepped out
on his first spacewalk
and saw the lighted
blue and white earth
underneath him,
he knew
he was looking
at heaven.
I wonder how
we would have thought
of the land, the animals,
and the people
if we would have known
our earth was heaven?
If this was all the heaven
there will ever be?
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
“I run because it is my culture.”
“My father is not there for me
because he is a drunk.”
“The runners with me
are my family.”
“My culture says that I must greet
the sun by running.”
“I think about my future
when I am running.”
“I think about what my life
is going to be.”
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The earth dresses in
the cloak of humanity,
but it does not fit.
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