wave train the rumble of distant rapids
the weasel
we never see . . .
brush pile
our branches
have grown together
in old age . . .
new leaves shimmer
on the ancient cypress
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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