47. Living Inside Chaos
a passage from The Dragon Epic by Thomas Davis 1 The dire wolf woke Ruarther from his daze. A male as large as any that he’d seen, Eyes red, fur ragged, black as moonless nights, Snarled, bold, into...
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis Fresh snow with the same fox trail ahead of us each morning. The cold at times becomes unmovable, but we must meet her at her throat; we must reach down inside ourselves for...
View ArticleEncounter With A Gray Morph Owl
by Thomas Davis He saw the gray morph owl, its yellow eyes A spectre deep in darkness, as he climbed The ridge where birch trees ghosted, bent as skies Shrieked cold and lake waves slammed against...
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis One doesn’t unravel when branches strain with too much snow, or the cold makes the ground sound hollow— an empty sound. One doesn’t unravel, but instead the cold wakes us up—...
View ArticleEthel’s Poem on Poetry Breakfast This Morning
Ethel’s poem, “Cold”, has been published by Poetry Breakfast this morning. Poetry Breakfast emails one poem a day to subscribers. It publishes some of the finest and most accomplished poets being...
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