threshing crew
the sun falls down
a gopher hole
foreclosure
a barn spider ties up
loose ends of light
a tall ship
at anchor in this bay
its furled sails
have fallen out of love
with the fickle wind
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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