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Four Windows Press Releases New Book by Francha Barnard

Francha Barnard was one of the most powerful forces in poetry in Door County. Four Windows Press has just published a memorial volume of her poetry with art by her sister Elizabeth. It’s now available at local bookstores, Write On Door County in Juddville, and online venues. The Door County Poets’ Collective worked to make this book happen. Proceeds will be supporting the Door County poetry scene through Write On. Francha was a wonderful poet as well as a magic person.

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The Place Where We Live, Rock Island

Photographs of Rock Island by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Whipped Cream

after 11 inches of new snow

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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When a Tree Talks to a Dancing Fire Sky

a photograph by Sonja Bingen, our daughter

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In the Unsettled Homeland of Dreams Book Signing

I did a book presentation and signing at Novel Bay Booksellers in Sturgeon Bay today from 2 to 4 p.m. A crowd showed up and a bunch of that novel and other books that I have written sold. Ethel came and took a couple of photographs. Thanks go to John Maggitti and Liz Welter for sponsoring a great event!

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When the Moon Turns Red

photograph by Sonja Bingen

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In the Land of Sprites, Pixies, and Faeries

a photograph by Sonja Bingen
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Wisconsin Lake at Sunset

a photograph by Sonja Bingen

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Dragonfly Summer

a photograph by Sonja Bingen

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Blackberry Moon

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Blackberry moon,
moon of the blackberry month,
snags at me,
rips at my skin.

Star-gazers come
and get caught
in her sweet clutches,

but are overtaken
by a storm
with brittle, scratchy fingers
of lightning
that blackens out the moon.

Now we must wait
for the harvest moon
as she ripens
on top of the waters.

Note: This is Ethel’s contribution to the moon-night organized by Francha Barnard and Write-On Door County.

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