January 15, 2026
A patch of sun shines through clouds and porch and makes its way across my sofa reflecting my internal heart.
I posted Jay's obituary today on a few things.   I'll put it at the bottom of this post, too.  People should share it if they need to.  I hope the word reaches as many people as it can.  


There's a copy of my favorite photo of Jay.   He's holding Kelley in their living room in Alfred so many years ago.  I'm going to put together  a google folder for Kelley.  

A year ago.    I thought I'd get out today on a little adventure, but it didn't pan out so it was another day without photography, or at least the doing of.  I did spend a lot of time going through photos.  Tomorrow I'll get out and I believe the Gofundme will be up tomorrow,  too.   

I told two  people I  would write them letters today.  The first is Kelley,  who I want to stay in  touch with and who I want to help in anyway I can.  I will write her this weekend.   The second is Tom.  Tom is in Dartmouth struggling and I can't get to him, but I can correspond with him.  So I am going to  post the obituary on this blog post and move on  to writing a couple personal letters.  I realized that the one thing I did not include in this obituary was an address people could send condolences to.  If it's important to anyone, message me and I'll ask the kids.   Meanwhile they are just going up on fb.


It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Jay Clifford Davis, Newport, NH.  Jay was born to Augustus Davis and Jacqueline Kelley with his twin brother Jeffrey on May 9, 1953 in Claremont, NH.   He spent his early years in Claremont schools and in Newport, R.I. with his twin and younger brother, Mark.  He was smart and curious.

In 1970 Jay’s life’s journey took a strong new turn when he was brought home to live with Russell Banks and Mary Gunst.  Russell saw potential in Jay and included him in his family in Northwood, NH.  Here he was embraced by some of the best up and coming young poets and novelists of the day.  Jay found a tribe and he found poetry and philosophy, where he began to take his own writing seriously.

In 1972 Jay fell ill with Guillian Barre Syndrome and was hospitalized for a lengthy stay.  He beat the odds and survived the illness.  His legs were not stable, but he fought that challenge daily, and with a continued sense of humor.  Jay hitch hiked from the Banks’ house in Northwood to Marlboro College in Marlboro, Vermont one afternoon and convinced the College to enroll him as a student in Sept.1973.  Here he made lifelong friends and buried himself in learning, graduating in Philosophy and Religion.

He met his first wife Marion (Mimi) Moller there.  They were married in 1980 and had three children together.

Jay worked throughout his life as an administrator, consultant and computer program developer.  After Marlboro he went to work for Renaissance Greeting Cards in Turners Falls, Ma.  When the company made the decision to move to Maine, Jay and Mimi went with them.  The majority of his professional life was centered in Portland. He lived in Maine until 2017 when he returned to live with his twin in Newport, NH

A major focus of Jay’s life was his poetry.  In Portland, Maine he created a Poetry Slam Team that competed in National competitions.  He has three chapbooks that are still available and he became noted for his open mics and slams in Southern Maine. Knives, or the Way To a Man's Heart was featured by Garrison Keeler in 2005. 

Jay leaves behind his three children; Collin, Kelley and Elizabeth and his granddaughter Colette and his twin brother Jeffrey and Jeff’s wife Tracey.  Jay’s intelligence and wit will never be forgotten, nor his warmth and generosity.  He also leaves behind many different communities of friends who have lost touch with him in recent years.  We ask that you spread the word in your own groups.  His children ask donations be made to support local organizations that support at risk youth.   His family will celebrate him privately.

 




 

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