home range
even the barn owls
have moved away
frozen path
a vole that didn't make it
to the burrow
mom becomes
a shadow of herself . . .
firelight
Note: for my Mother, Marjorie MacKenzie (1920 - 1990)
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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