a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
The Palmer Gallery at Vassar College in Poughkeepsie New York is currently displaying Kevin’s photographs in a curated show. The Vassar website can be found at http://www.vassar.edu.

a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
The Palmer Gallery at Vassar College in Poughkeepsie New York is currently displaying Kevin’s photographs in a curated show. The Vassar website can be found at http://www.vassar.edu.

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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
You come again
with empty hands.
When I meet you
your hands have nothing for me.
Not a small desert blossom.
Not a tiny bit of driftwood.
No rock.
You could have reached down
on your walk across the desert
and picked up a small gift.
I yearn for those hands
to be generous.
My father,
although a tyrant,
always had something for me
in his large brown hands.
But you,
I will rename you
“Empty Hands.”
Tomorrow the light
that floods the high desert
will present itself to me
as my gift.
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by Thomas Davis
I love the woman whom I love,
And in the morning’s world of blue
I wake to bellow hearty songs
That say so simply, “I love you.”
Love is the light of human black.
The tone that brings man up to gray,
And though the world is lost and doomed,
I say it makes today a day.
So, blacken out the joyous sun
And ink away the solemn moon.
I love woman whom I love.
She’ll lighten up a tar-black room.
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Filed under Art, Photography