purple heather patches of light here then gone
ghost town
a sand dune
makes itself at home
the things
our headlights miss . . .
late-night radio
snow moon
the last train
to nowhere
tonight
I imagine myself
a tree,
canopy full
of roosting stars
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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