flash floods
through sculpted canyons
hikers bathe
their feet in the ochre
of ephemeral rivers
dark clouds
lurking over this field
of sunflowers . . .
there is more light here
than we will ever need
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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