dented culvert
a bear blocking light
at the end
we weave
between tamaracks
following
a bird's song that tugs
at the thread of memory
bushwhacking
through dense sedges
we rest
on flattened beds
made by calving elk
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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