the fantasy
of next year's garden . . .
snowscape
fog horns
the flash of something
in father's eyes
ice galleons
break apart into sound
we have come
too far to crumble
under the weight of blues
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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