Photograph by Kim Stapf

I Am Struck

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of all absurd notions,

i am struck how love

for forests or the trees

can be tied up in delusion and

compared to racist thoughts –

as if rain pulls over drivers

of a different color or

snow falls only with the

line of poverty –

we share the world

and forget that is living

off insurance with a high



© Ben Ditmars 2017

#NEWRELEASE Sleeping with Earth

My new poetry collection Sleeping with Earth is available for pre-order! I’ve been working on it for sometime. The release date is September 29th.


Here’s a sample:


in the beginning,

before heavy elements

or stars

magnetism rested in

the dark sensation

of a solar breath.


Sleeping with Earth

Cold sweat, saliva

While the door slammed beneath us

My lips never left.

“Resist and she dies”

He told me as a hangman

Mocks the innocent.

And I surrendered

Like she was nothing less than

My entire world.



Kat at Aeternum Designs did an amazing job on the cover. It really goes with the message of my collection: the power and emotion behind nature.

Nature calls from the depths of itself, heating embers of a flame lost to global warming and withering romance. Hear voices find their truth as weeds tangle with free-verse and haiku poetry.


Available on Amazon:

US: https://www.amazon.com/Sleeping-Earth-Ben-Ditmars-ebook/dp/B01M0EI7MQ/

UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/Sleeping-Earth-Ben-Ditmars-ebook/dp/B01M0EI7MQ/

Robin Williams and Dolphins

I found an episode of In the Wild with Robin Williams about dolphins, where he swims and bonds with them. It is absolutely beautiful and I’d like to share the last part:

There’s Romeo, he’s a grandfather. And that’s Knuckles. But the dolphin I was to know best was Stubby: an older, darker male. He got his name from his chopped off dorsal fin….

Over the days we had several encounters but there was still one thing I wanted to do: find the wise old dolphin called stubby. I was really hoping he’d reappear. At the eleventh hour I got my wish….

After a while they peeled elegantly off the bow like blue angels and they just waited for us. And all the sudden there was Stubby inviting me to swim with him. I tried some tricks: sometimes he swam with me and sometimes I swam with him. Sometimes we just swam eye to eye, mutually curious. Being in the company of Stubby is a lot different than being in the company of the young teenage dolphins who seemed to be kind of laughing at me. It was like being the in the presence of someone wise; someone who’s seen years of life in the ocean: a lot of hard times and good times and survived it all. Another intelligence. I felt very peaceful: maybe he could detect my mood, ‘cause he seemed to be too. It’s getting late: you know that peaceful time just before twilight: the water was calm and it seemed like we were too. Maybe he was picking up my emotion, you know dolphins can see right through you with their sonar: maybe he was picking up my heartbeat. Maybe it was something else: I really would love to know. I’d love to figure out his language, understand what his clicking and whistling meant: make contact. But this is pretty nice: very close, very, very nice: the mutual observation.

– Robin Williams, 1994

Red Lights

I decided to write a poem inspired by William Carlos Williams’ The Red Wheelbarrow. Natasha Head has also allowed me to use her breathtaking photograph.

Red Lights

red light contradicts
blue sky and so much
depends on makeshift branches
set in stone, and her translucence
glazed with ice.

© Ben Ditmars 2014

Photograph courtesy of Natasha Head

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