Photogaphs by Ethel Mortenson Davis. Elk and Big Horn Sheep in a Field. A Stream in the San Juan Mountains. Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis. Tagged as elk and big horn sheep. Untitled Town Book and Author Festival. My Speakers Sessions, Thomas Davis.

A two-foot tube of secrets. With a bunch of keys. 1 November 2011 3 Comments. A Charm Against Ye Knavish Trick-or-Treaters. Get ye hence, touch not this door,. Retrace thy steps, disturb no more. Our sweet repose at close of day. Thou art not welcome, go thy way.

Winter trees wait for the sunset. Sharp branches poke the golden glow. Wish, work, and weep. But frost sits where no gold can stay. Right over the breeze,. The trees and grass feel it-. I do, and you. So how come when news.

A few words about Spring. A bee big as a truck. Posted in Celebrating the Seasons. All through the long cold night. Around the Cape; whereas you. This is taken from section 2 of my book.

Poems inspired by or about the sea. On January 19, 2016 by Ina. In all the blood the dawn had shed. Before we lived, ongoing waves. Will be there after, you and me were. Only walking by the shore at times. Like so many have done and will do. The red waves gave birth. Yet, now I am alone. The murmur of the earth is just for me. In this hour in this moment. Time has washed itself before my feet.

Broadcast Journalist, Spoken Word Poet, Poet and Writer. Sunday, August 9, 2015. This Is How I Love. First published on Rebelle Society. I want to eat you right up. I need to smell you,. I want to make you.

Than the mirror in saying. Posted in crazy little thing called love. In the middle of something. You thrilled me with your smile. And flushed me with its radiance,. As if it was a familiar sunshine. You drowned me in your eyes. And alarmed me with its light,. I can get lost or live forever. Blinded by your tender glow. You aroused me with your touch. And struck me with its subtlety,. Every cell in me is yours to take.

Monday, February 23, 2015. Conversation and Poetry with Louise Nayer. Check Out Poetry Podcasts at Blog Talk Radio with Buffalo Poets. How Writers Write Poetry 2015. Tuesday, February 17, 2015. Conversation and Poetry with Cecilia Driscoll. Check Out Poetry Podcasts at Blog Talk Radio with Buffalo Poets. Tuesday, February 10, 2015. Conversation and Poetry with Martha Deed. Check Out Poetry Podcasts at Blog Talk Radio with Buffalo Poets. She has read at many B.

Friday, June 19, 2015. An enjambment, she is. She is an incomplete sentence,. Growing as she moves about. Never passive, she carries. She is a page of text,. A snake, eating her tail,. A question unanswered, a paper. Pretending to be new and chaste. This is one of my How Writers Write Poetry Week 7 poems. Wednesday, June 17, 2015. I sing for him alone. I am not even sure. Monday, June 15, 2015.

Wind awakened in courteous puffs. Nudging drowsy oak to breathing, but. Allowing lazy-child chime a sleep-in. Yawning sun flowed over dew-sheen. In soft sighs, sating my August heart. With the filling, fear of the hollow. Following; the stifling of hope. Of this bliss someday returning. Grass lay down his jeweled-cloak. To cast my steps in brief time,. But, my prints are fading fast behind;. One step passed bliss was taken.