eddies of dust
the rooster's comb blends
into sunrise
feather stars
undulating across
the ocean floor . . .
beauty exists even when
we cannot see it
abandoned puppies
tumble from a torn box
there is more
than one way to learn
the art of mothering
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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