deep silence
boulder fields where
the rapids were
windchill factor
a merganser and I
raise our hoods
come for tea . . .
I will treat you
gently,
sprinkling sugar
on your wounds
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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