November 2020 - January 2021
salt lick
the blue concave
of sky
first flute
woodpecker holes stuffed
with acorns
the eye-shine
of a great horned owl . . .
long night moon
candy floss
hair ice transforms
a rotten branch
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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