nesting swan
a crack of light seeps
under our door
icicles grow
from the ground up . . .
rusted gutter
our fingers
scented with tobacco,
we hand-roll
mom's smokes and sing
long into the night
three sisters
wrapped in a quilt
of belonging
on the porch swing
we leave space for her . . .
Welcome to this archive of my published poetry, photography and art. Thank you for allowing me to share my creative passions with you, and for taking the time to visit. Please be kind, and do not copy any of the content on this site without permission and attribution. All rights reserved © Debbie Strange. I unfold my origami self / and swim into a lake of fire / washing my hair in ashes / the crane-legged words / of a thousand burning poems.
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- A Year Unfolding: Haiku
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- The Language of Loss: Haiku & Tanka Conversations
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Friday, June 12, 2020
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