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White Blossoms on a Branch

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

When all human
intervention has harmed us,
when all familia
have spent the fruits,
then the Great Spirit
gives to us our opening… 79 more words

Poetry

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by Thomas Davis

On Friday nights I’d work all day, then walk
home from the office where two teenaged girls
were streaming past their mother with their talk… 101 more words

Poetry

Kevin Michael Davis, In Memorium

a photograph by Kevin Michael Davis, Alazanto

The Design Teacher

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

She taught him
to look at the dragonfly—
its color, design, 92 more words

Poetry

The Rhyming of Love

by Thomas Davis

Our fathers died, and then your mother left
And took a train ride to her resting place.
There are no words for senses left bereft… 91 more words

Poetry

Reach

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Her reach finds
small openings
in the forest canopy
until the carpet
at the bottom brings
every kind of plant and fern to formation. 47 more words

Poetry

Beauty's Human Scent

by Thomas Davis

As cold as morning mist upon a hill
Above the lake that danced light from the sun,
The woman stood and felt a warning chill… 431 more words

Poetry