by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Ripe chokecherries
on the branch
remind me
of the bitterness
of winter’s coming.
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Chokecherries
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Sketch
a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Gray-White Geese
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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America
a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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The Reader
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 Publishes New Book by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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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Long Distance Runner II
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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