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Bennison Books Announces Publication of Indra’s Net

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Bennison Books, the publisher of my new book, The Weirding Storm, A Dragon Epic, has just released a new international anthology of poetry called Indra’s Net. Ethel is honored to have three poems in this important anthology. I was fortunate enough to have two poems accepted.

Carol Rumens, the Poetry Editor for The Guardian, one of the United Kingdom’s most important newspapers, wrote in the forward that:

The title of this anthology, Indra’s Net, was suggested by one of its poets, the late Cynthia Jobin. She explained: “Indra’s net is a metaphor for universal interconnectedness. It’s as old as ancient Sanskrit and as ‘today’ as speculative scientific cosmology. It’s what came to mind when thinking about nets and webs and interconnectedness … and jewels and poems.”

All proceeds from the anthology’s sale will be donated to the Book Bus, a “charity [that] aims to improve child literacy rates in Africa, Asia and South America by providing children with books and the inspiration to read them.”

I hope some of those who read this blog and Ethel’s and my Facebook postings will purchase what is a worthy project well worth everyone’s support.

To get more information on Indra’s Net to go to: https://bennisonbooks.com/2017/07/13/indras-net-all-profits-to-the-book-bus-charity.


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The Weirding Storm is Published!

The Weirding Storm, A Dragon Epic has been published by Bennison Books. It is now available at amazon.com.

The U.S. Amazon address is:

The address for Bennison Books, a UK publisher, is:  https://bennisonbooks.com.

I am hoping that anyone who purchases the book from Amazon, either U.S. or U.K. Amazon, will also review the book.  That helps publicize it in the amazon universe.

I am really excited about this publication.  Bennison Books publishes some of my favorite poets and to be part of their stable with one of the best books I have ever written gives me an euphoric feeling.  I hope some of you will be willing to be transported to another world where dragons and humans still co-exist along with witches, warriors, and battles, to paraphrase Terence Winch, one of the U.S.’s greatest poets.


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Publications by Ethel Mortenson and Thomas Davis

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-magis 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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Tall Ships in Sturgeon Bay

IMG_0306The day was so hot and humid that you could hardly breathe when the tall ships came into Sturgeon Bay via the canal that links the bay to Lake Michigan. To get to the canal I had to walk down a dusty dirt road for awhile because of the number of other people who wanted to see the ships come into the docks. Then you walk through a meadow owned by the Nature Conservancy to where a concrete wall and a walk provides a wonderful place to view the canal first proposed in 1870. From there you can see the ships coming and going.



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Inside the Place where Joy and Hope is Made

A sonnet from Thomas Davis

Inside the barn the memories of war
As horses ate their hay and cows were fed:

Inside three men, one white, two black, the roar
Of cannon, sight and sound of men that bled
Their lives out as the living and the dead
Were showered with hot, splintering fusillades
Flung in the wave-tossed night from hell, the dread
Of battle dancing as the barricades
Of what you were in being human fades
Into the chaos burning through the night.

The Preacher frowned: “Destruction serenades
Our hearts against our spirit’s holy light,”
He said. The others nodded. Each had prayed
To find the place where joy and hope was made.

Note: This is the next in the series of sonnets written as heads of chapter for a novel I am trying to work on. I have published several of these sonnets with previous posts. The sequence presents insights into an escape of slaves to Washington Island in Wisconsin before the Civil War. There was a small community of blacks on the island just before passage of the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850.


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Ethel and I continue to have success at getting poems published.  We both had poems in this year’s Wisconsin Poets Calendar:  http://www.wfop.org/poets-calendar-1/2016-poets-calendar.  We got our copies when we went to the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets fall convention in Madison, Wisconsin this weekend.  Door County Living Magazine released an article Gary Jones, a fine poet in his own right who had a poem in the last release of the Blue Heron Review that also included a poem by Ethel, wrote at https://doorcountypulse.com/spirits-born-light-poet-tom-davis.  At the end of the article the magazine published a Miltonian sonnet I wrote called “Cherry Orchard.”


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by Thomas Davis

Inflamed Imagining: Freedom

Inside the swamp, beside a cypress tree,
White herons in the water, bullfrog croaks
A symphony as dusk, as stealthily
As cat’s feet stalking small, shy birds, evokes
The coming night, the Preacher slowly stokes
The fire blazed in his heart and starts to sing
Songs powerful enough to loosen yokes
White masters forged through endless menacing.

The words he’d use burned deep; he felt their sting
And saw his spirit fire alive in eyes
Awake to dreams, inflamed imagining
Of days spent free beneath glad years of skies.

The darkness deepened underneath the tree.
He’d preach, he thought, then, later on, they’d flee.

Freedom’s First Night, Before Dawn
A Miltonian Sonnet with Two Coda

The white man, with his wide brimmed hat and face
Stunned pale inside a night that breathed with sounds
From woods they’d passed through in their frantic race
Against the coming dawn, turned back around
To look toward the barn that loomed ahead
Of where six families hid in scratchy brush.
He sighed as if he couldn’t flee the dread
He felt in dark before dawn’s first red blush.

“I made a space to hide you runaways,”
He said. He turned again and looked at eyes
That looked at him, cold fear a noxious glaze
Infecting even how the dreaded sun would rise.

“Six families can’t escape at once,” he said.
“I’ve got my family too. They’re still in bed.”

The Preacher looked into the man.
His eyes looked past white outer flesh
Into the place his soul began.
The white man turned again, the mesh

Of eyes surrounding him afraid
To move, to dream, to think they’d leave
This place before their master flayed
Their spirits, made their spirits grieve.

Note:  I’ve included two sonnets from my series on Washington Island’s black community that existed in the 1800s here.  I’ve posted others in the series earlier, although they were not written originally in a chronological order, so they represent how they are written, not how they should appear.  I didn’t know what I was doing at first.  However, the owner of the Fair Isle Bookstore on Washington Island convinced me to write a book about the 1800s black community since no books on that topic exist.  I thought about it, did some research, found some primary source documents, but they were not enough to produce a non-fiction work.  This series of sonnets began to expand.  Then I started writing a novel, which is in progress, with a sonnet ahead of each chapter.  These are the first two chapter heading sonnets in the novel.


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