From the creative mind of an insomniac… a digitally edited drawing of mine and the poem that inspired her. She calls herself Turdy Bird because she’s tired and feels like shit! I’ve become like a large and wingless bird trapped here in this over crowded nest too fat to…
Damn these jagged needles and bloody threads
Here I am again cutting into the tender wound of darkness to make room for yet another ghost and sewing secrets into the sorrows of my already bruised and reluctant yet welcoming skin 1/9/2019 ©Debbie Berk
Mercy Flight
Be at peace and fly lay down your shadow Rise far from the darkness into the waiting wings of freedom and light 1/18/2019 ©Debbie Berk
Time is a blackbird
these hours like thedarkness of wings without flight and the days and the nights with no difference between feels like a grave yet this death brings no relief for still I can hear the blackbird sing 1/22/2019 ©Debbie Berk
Coming Soon…
Season’s and Shadows Depression, grief and sadness mixed with a touch of sarcasm and dark humor, “Seasons and Shadows” is a collection of poems about the darkness, the shadows and the sorrows brought on by the season of late fall into the long winter that seems never ending until that first glimpse, a tiny hint…
Blood And Blooms
Broken to make room for growth and so from these seeds of darkness sewn beyond this death and the twisting sprouts of relentless weeds is new life and beauty beneath the deepest of roots reaching through the blood and the muck waiting to bloom within the waking of the light and me 9/11/18
